Ronan caught a family of rogues, who injured some of the warriors while being chased.
"Sir, we were being thrown out of our pack. In search of food and shelter, we ended up entering your territory. I've a young boy. Please let him live here at least in your shelter home," the man said.
Ronan glanced at the boy in the arms of his mother. The boy looked no more than five years old. His face was pale and it seemed he hadn't eaten in days.
Draven looked at Ronan as the decision was in his hands.
"I don't think we should let them stay here. We are already burdened by many such rogues. If we keep doing this, then it can affect the pack's finances too," he suggested.
"We will work here. Please for the sake of my child, accept us. If you want to punish me for breaking in, then I am willing to take it, Sir. But please spare my child and mate," the man pleaded.
"Send them to the shelter home," Ronan ordered.
