The Nightshade Packhouse was filled with an eerie silence as night settled over the territory. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale, silver glow over the dense forest surrounding the pack grounds. Inside the packhouse, no one dared to move, no one dared to speak. The tension in the air was palpable, a thick, suffocating fog that weighed heavily on everyone’s shoulders.
Darius was outside, his fury like a raging storm tearing through the night. His heart pounded with a mix of anger, guilt, and unbearable despair. He had been tearing apart everything in his path—the thick branches of trees, the large rocks scattered around the clearing, even the sturdy wooden benches and tables that stood outside the packhouse. His claws were out, his eyes wild, and his breath came in short, ragged
