Dexter’s POV
The village lay before us, a picturesque scene shattered by the chaos that unfolded within its once peaceful streets.
As we approached, the scent of blood and fear hung heavy in the air, mingling with the desperate cries of the wounded and the panicked footsteps of those fortunate enough to flee.
The sight that greeted us was a chilling tableau of destruction—a macabre tapestry of death and c*****e.
Bodies, both human and lupine, were strewn haphazardly across the cobblestones, their lifeless forms bearing witness to the brutality that had befallen this once thriving community.
It was clear that a merciless battle had taken place, leaving no corner untouched by violence. The villagers who had fought valiantly to defend their homes now lay motionless, their hopes and dr
