AUSTIN
The smell of death filled the air as the last rogues were killed.
Placing the sports shorts a guard gave me on, my eyes went around the pack and took in everything. I could hear pack members crying, calling for help, or even crying because someone they knew was dead.
This attack was harsh, but there were more questions than answers about what happened.
Why would they attack?
Where the hell did they come from?
How long had they been laying in wait?
My head hurt.
Lou moved closer and stared out. We fought in both forms. He ripped apart loads of rogues as I took many out too.
“Many died,” he mumbled.
I said nothing but knew I had to comfort the pack members.
Opening a pack link, it filled with pain and grief, which knocked me off my feet slightly.
“I am so proud to have fou
