Alex
I parked the car and left Shavi, Onyx, Jeremiah, and Silas behind as I made my way towards the cabin. Memories of the first raid played in my mind, and with each step, I regretted the violence I had brought upon these people.
Tattered clothes drooped on a line, broken picket fences begged for a fresh coat of paint, and scattered pots and pans lay on logs, needing a good cleaning. My plan was to bring the remaining folks with us, letting them safely join our new pack. It was the least I could do after tearing apart everything they once had, even if it happened under Xavier's rule.
"I can smell her," Onyx paused, "but then it fades away. The smoke must be blocking her scent." Focused on any sound, I detected whispers coming from inside the cabin—mostly women and children.
"They use
