Chapter 32 Solution to the Flood
Damon’s brows furrowed. "Then we need to evacuate them as soon as possible. Alaric, you’ll be in charge of that. Take some of the men along to help," he ordered.
Alaric bowed his head. "Yes, Alpha."
With that, Alaric left without another word.
Before we could move on to the next plan, a woman with sunken eyes, holding a baby in her arms, came crying. "Alpha, help me... my house is gone, my clothes and my food are all ruined by the flood. I have nothing to live by. Even my son has been sick for days now." Her shoulders trembled.
Damon’s eyes softened. "Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you all are safe and well-fed. You don’t have to worry about that. You can go join them in the camp."
"I’ll help," I said, making my way to stand beside the woman.
She looked at me with tired, grateful eyes, her lips quivering as if she wanted to say more but couldn’t find the strength. The baby in her arms let out a weak cough, and my heart squeezed painfully at the sound.
I gently reached out. "Let me carry him for you."
She hesitated at first, but then slowly handed over the baby. He was burning up, his skin clammy and hot to the touch. I adjusted him in my arms, whispering softly, "It’s okay... you’ll be alright."
"Follow me," I said, guiding her toward the camp Alaric was setting up.
We walked past broken homes and soaked belongings, the woman limping slightly, barefoot on the muddy ground. Some people looked up as we passed, their expressions hollow, worn down by days of fear and helplessness. A few children clung to their mothers. Others sat quietly, staring at the water that refused to leave.