CHASE
Shouting echoed off the stone courtyard before the warning bell even rang. Pushing through the heavy oak doors of the packhouse, a foul cloud of sulfur stung my eyes. Men and women clustered around the central stone fountain, gagging and spitting dark sludge onto the cobblestones. The main spring had turned into a thick, black poison.
"Get the pups back from the basin!" Barking the command hover the rising panic, I strode directly into the mob.
It only kept getting worse no matter what I tried to salvage the situation.
People instantly parted, clutching their crying children. Pointing at Garret, my beta, I delivered rapid, tactical orders.
"Shut off the northern valves right now. Divert the underground reserve tanks to the western residential blocks. Ration every drop of clea
