PLANS & DEMANDS (3)
Ezra and I race to the packhouse, weaving our way through dozens of wolves gathered around. We ran down the corridor to ominous door leading to the stairwell and pulled it open, sprinting down the steps. Approaching the cells, I see bodies scattered on the floor, all of them covered in blood. I freeze in my tracks, Clara’s dead body invading my mind, dropping me to the floor. Ezra quickly catches me before I hit the ground, steadying me as he surveys the situation. I look around, all the higher members already present. A small cry escapes my lips as I spot beautiful blonde hair splayed around one of the bodies, her face nearly unrecognizable. My friend, Maxis, lay face up on the ground; her face, arms, and torso slashed apart. She clearly put up a good fight, but it wasn’t good enough
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