Karina moved swiftly through the Crescent Peak Pack’s quarantine zone, her hands steady as she administered the tranquilizers to the infected wolves. Each syringe held the serum carefully crafted by Eamon back at the Silver Moon, and with every injection, the violent snarling of the afflicted subsided for a few precious hours. Her heart raced as she worked, knowing that this was only a temporary solution—like placing a bandage on a wound that continued to fester underneath.
The Crescent Peak wolves had been overwhelmed by the sudden outbreak, and Karina could see the toll it had taken on the pack. Their faces were gaunt, the stench of fear and desperation clinging to the air like a heavy fog. As she moved from wolf to wolf, her thoughts were a whirlwind. How long could they hold on like t
