Chapter 140 Chapter 140: Sector 7

Chapter 140 Chapter 140: Sector 7
Senna’s POV

It took a few weeks for the restructuring to go through. We told each sector that they could choose their own representatives and then decide from there what they wanted to do with their sectors.

Our proposal was met with general enthusiasm. The orphans were taken by other nobles and were held in various estates. We weren’t sure yet what we were going to do with the capital.

Petra, of all people, suggesting that we let the capital govern itself.

“Not everyone in the capital is guilty,” she told us. “It’s not someone’s fault for just being born in the capital. We would you punish innocent people?

She had a point. There were bad nobles in the capital. But there were good ones too. Kalev was proof of that. He was a kind, generous person. It wasn’t his fault he’d born into an evil family. It wouldn’t be fair to condemn the entire capital.

So we brought that forth to the nobles. We made it perfectly clear that things weren’t going to be the same as they were though. The capital would no longer be rich. They would no longer receive the resources from the sectors. They would essentially have to fend for themselves.

The nobles agreed. Although we could tell they were uneasy about this. They had all been raised in the lap of luxury, with maids and servants. Most of them had never done an honest day’s work in their entire lives.

It would be hard for them to adjust. They had no idea what it was to go without. Nor what it was like to worry about things like money, and food.

But letting them rule themselves was the fair thing to do.

Each sector chose a different path. Some of the sectors adopted a more traditional approach. They chose an alpha and a Luna who would govern them, just like traditional packs had. Others chose a more modern approach. They elected people to act as their government. Some sectors decided to completely change the infrastructure of their entire sectors. Others did not. At the end of the day, it didn’t matter to us, as long as each sector was happy with their choices.

The only sector we didn’t hear from was sector 7. They were the poorest sector, full of Empty Shells. The majority of their residents did not have wolves. And they didn’t really have any resources.

“We should go there,” I said to Kalev one morning. We had gone back to Sector 6. We were living in my modest home, along with Thistle. Junie had gone back to Mira. Kalen was living alone.

“To Sector 7?” Kalev asked. “Why?”

“To let them know that they have options. They haven’t changed anything since the rebellion. They don’t have to keep living like they do, in squalor. Maybe they could form alliances with other sectors?”

My own sector, Sector 6, had chosen a traditional path. They had named an Alpha and a Luna, as well as a Beta. They wanted to be self-sufficient and live off the mountains that surrounded them. Most of the people wanted a simple, quiet life. They had not formed alliances with other sector when it came to resources. Although they were willing to sell resources to other sectors at a fair price.

Sector 7 hadn’t changed at all. They hadn’t fought in the rebellion. No one had heard anything from any of them. While other sectors were making alliances and figuring out resource deals, Sector 7 had been eerily quiet.

“I suppose we could,” Kalev said. I could tell he didn’t like the thought of going to Sector 7. But at the same time, I knew that he’d do anything I asked.

So the next day, we set off for Sector 7.

The smell was the first thing that hit us. We could smell the sector before we even got there. It smelled like rot, thick and pungent. As we approached, the smell thickened.

The outskirts of the sector were in disarray. Homes, if you could call them that, lined the streets. There were more like hobbles though. Houses thrown together with wood panels and sticks and mud and leaves.

Children played out on the streets. Their clothes were worn and thread bare, their faces smudged with dirt.

People saw us coming down the street and came out of their homes. The sector was small, with no more than 200 residents. They whispered as we walked to a grassy area in the middle of the houses.

A young girl smiled at me.

“Are you Senna?” she asked. I knelt down and nodded at her. Her hair was oily and stringy, but her cheeks were rosy. She smiled back.

“You killed the capital,” she told me.

“No,” I chuckled. “I just helped set people free.” I stood back up. A group had gathered. “And I can do the same for you.”

All eyes locked on me.

“Why are you here?” an elderly man said, stepping forward. His hair was gray and thinning.

“The sector have all reorganized,” I told him. “Everything has changed. The capital no longer rules the sectors. You don’t have to…to live like this. You can change too.”

“We’re wolfless,” a woman said, shaking her head. “The other sectors don’t want us.”

“I’m wolfless too,” I told her.

“Impossible,” a man scoffed. Several of them snickered. They didn’t believe me. I didn’t blame them. I’d inspired a rebellion. I didn’t seem like the type that wouldn’t have a wolf.

“It’s true,” Kalev said, stepping forward. “Senna lost her wolf. She is now an Empty Shell, just like all of you.”

“It’s not the same,” a young girl said. “We weren’t always wolfless.”

My eyes narrowed.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

Several of the side-eyed each other.

“It doesn’t’ matter,” someone said. “You wouldn’t believe us anyway.”

Something uneasy settled in my chest.

“Try me,” I said.

It was a young man who spoke.

“Our wolves didn’t die,” he said. “They were stolen.”

I gasped. Stolen?