IT was a war zone.
No matter where June put her eyes on there was either a dead body or blood splatter.
June leaned on the wall. She checked her pockets for ammunition. She still has two fully loaded magazines. The daggers were still in her boots. She already threw the backpack a while ago. The hand grenades were all gone.
She cast a look around the area. All of the werewolves insight were members of the Fortis Lupus pack. The humans laying on the ground was part of the enemy pack.
Most members of the pack were comfortable in their wolf form during fights. However, those who were skilled in guns, bows, and blades stayed in human form just like June did.
The first alarm rang after midnight. Though the pack already anticipated the attack, it was still hard being part of the receiving en
