In the days that passed, I mainly focused on settling into my new role as one of the heads of Purgatory. The witches and the vampires paid for Grey Waste to be rebuilt, and it was renamed to Wolf District. It was a little on the nose, but I didn't care much.
Now, the people of my pack were allowed to freely enter the city whenever they pleased. This was a huge turning point, especially for the ghouls. Most of them didn't even know what the rest of Purgatory looked like.
They were afraid of whatever punishment they would face if they did escape. Now they didn't have to worry about it and had the chance to explore as they pleased. This also led to something else. There were more people showing up at our gate to beg to join my pack.
I turned most of them away and only hand-selected a few whom I thought could be valuable. My werewolf venom was arguably one of the valuable things I had. I couldn't just hand it out to whoever asked.
