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Crys agreed listened to Evin's words quietly, trying to picture her father's last moments. She frowned slightly when Evin mentioned the ruins. "You mean Blackhurst? Well... Alright. Although, I'm not sure how things will be in camp after this... I might not be able to leave. In which case I might sent Ali instead, you saw what's she's like, but I trust her. Actually, depending of what you're looking for, or what you find, you might want to talk to her... Ali grew up near the ruins, she still knows that area pretty well." She shrugged. "Just in case you need any information."

Crys stopped talking trying to focus on the tasks at hand. She always told her recruits that bottling up was dangerous, but it was important to know when to let pain take control of you, and when to shut it off. Even if it meant she would feel it ten times worse later... Now was the time to shut the pain off, and go home.

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Dani smiled at Theron's words, and waited until he went silent to reply. "When I say talk, I mean talk. You can sit in the room as well if you wish, but if you expect this to work I suggest you trust me."

She took a more serious tone and continued. "The most basic laws of the clan state that: You may not harm another member for any reason other than to preserve your life. You may not speak of anyone about the location of this camp and anyone who lives here. You may not take any life other than those commanded by the leaders. The word of the leaders is law, unless it contradicts one of the above mentioned." She smirked slightly. "Other than those laws, you should know that, being accepted in the capacity of an instructor means that anyone put under your command, or anyone assigned to you for training is your responsibility entirely. This means that their physical and mental state as well as their actions are your responsibility. If they fail, you fail." She sighed, and added. "I am not saying I doubt your skills in any way, but... You may find that most people here, in spite of having extraordinary talents, are personally difficult to handle. Ironically, the more difficult and annoying they are, the more skilled. You met Evin, so it's unnecessary to elaborate any further."

She looked up, for a moment. Night had fallen. She wondered how long they had been there. She looked back at Theron. "Place your right hand over your heart, and answer this: Do you swear on your life and on your honor to live by these laws, and therefore surrender your life to the clan from this moment on, until death takes your soul or you are released from this oath by one of the leaders?"

Indeed, there were three ways to leave the Wolfpack: Expulsion, death, or being released from the oath by one of the leaders. The third option had happen only two times, and even the first one was extremely rare. Most of the times that oath was a life time commitment.