The heavy wooden door to the pack house creaked open, and Jeffrey stepped inside, his shoulders sagging with the weight of the news from the prison. Kenneth’s body had been trapped beneath the rubble for days, and no one seemed able to retrieve him. The guards had given up trying, and the eerie reports of the strange, suffocating air filled his thoughts like a dark cloud. But now, back within the walls of his home, Jeffrey’s mind turned to his children. Tim and Sarah were all he had left of Kenneth, and they were suffering.
As soon as he entered, a group of pack members approached him. Their expressions were a mix of concern and discomfort, the kind of looks that told him something had gone wrong while he was away.
"Alpha," one of the pack members, Liam, spoke carefully, his eyes briefly
