We raced through the forest at a pace I didn’t even know was possible. It felt good letting Noir run free like this—but I wished the circumstances were different. I would’ve preferred it under any other situation. Still, I was focused on getting there, praying we would arrive before the pack was attacked. But things never work out that easily.
We reached the pack territory faster than I could have imagined, but the place was eerily quiet.
There was no movement. No people in sight. The only sound that greeted us was the faint crackle of flames from burning buildings. We found no living soul—just a few bodies of wolves who had clearly fought back, but lost.
We began searching each house. Every structure. Even the packhouse itself. But there was no sign of anyone else. At least not anyone
