Hunter
I had a dozen voices thrown at me at once. Twice as many surrounded us as we made our way towards to the small alcove where Carl ran his operations. I grabbed Dahlia's hand and I swore I felt her relief. I remembered things were bad here, but what I saw now was so much worse.
The pack had indeed grown, there were at least double the number of bodies as there were the last time I had been here. Their clothes were old and torn, more like rags than actual coverings. Many didn't wear clothes at all. And it was because of their nakedness that my eye caught something familiar. They were scars, some new, some old. Some were still fresh. They were that of a crest, the Silver Moon Packs crest.
It triggered a forgotten memory, back to one summer when I was old enough to start noticing di
