Chapter 23
Aftermath of the Hill pack attack
Mirage POV
A scorched forest clearing at dawn. Ashes still float in the air. Burned werewolf corpses lie scattered across the land.
"I arrived too late. Again. The air reeks of silver and burnt flesh. They weren't just slaughtered-they were erased."
I stared at the flames that could be sighted miles away, everything was on fire no stone unturned, I stepped in, going through the flames.
Mirage drops to his knees, bloodied fingers brushing against a torn, half-burnt sigil of the Hills Pack.
Mirage softly, to himself
"First the Nature pack , now the Hill's. We're being hunted like vermin."
'I have to talk to my dad about this'
Suddenly, a surviving pup, no older than 6, crawls out from under a fallen log. Crying.
"Are they gone? Is my m
