Body littered the pack land as I fought my way through the rogues, I didn't fight to kill, I just needed to get as many omegas as possible to safety, and that was what I did.
By the time I got back to the packhouse, everything was almost in shambles, some omegas laid on the floor bleeding out, while some struggled with getting taken away by the rogues.
I carried the ones bleeding to the truck I saw on my way back, provided by Alpha Black, and I raced back to help the few others.
The pack was, outnumbered and the number of our pack warriors dwindled by the meeting, a painful howl rang through the night, and everyone stood still for a second, from the agony the cry carried we needed no seer to tell us what happened.
The Previous Luna had died, and that howl was from no other than Alp
