_Dorian's POV_
The pack grounds were a nightmare.
Smoke curled into the sky, painting it in streaks of gray and black. Flames licked at the edges of the houses, crackling and hissing as pack members rushed around with buckets of water, trying desperately to control the fire. The scent of blood hung in the air like poison.
My boots hit the earth hard as I jumped out of the truck. The sound of distant sobs, of warriors groaning in pain, and of children crying reached my ears. My chest tightened.
My home… was falling apart.
I moved fast, my eyes darting from one fallen body to the next. Some were moving. Others lay still. Too still.
My heart pounded harder with every step. Shadow growled low inside me. His rage was simmering beneath my skin.
“They did this,” he snarled. “They hurt our
