Nightwing Pack
The smell hit him first.
First the smoke…then the blood and then the sight…
Death.
By the time Damien crossed the final stretch of forest and stepped onto the grounds of his pack, he already knew.
But knowing didn’t soften it.
Seeing it—
That was something else entirely.
The main gate was already broken in half… when he entered through.
His warriors followed behind him, like a handful of them… but even their presence felt distant now.
The world had narrowed to what lay in front of him.
Bodies.
They were scattered across the grounds like flies…
Nightwing warriors. His warriors.
He stopped for a moment.
For a brief moment, everything stilled.
His gaze moved slowly across the fallen, recognition hitting harder with each face.
Men he had trained with.
Men who h
