Chapter 32: Come Unto MeIt looked like hell. The neat houses, the manicured yards – all had been damaged or destroyed. Houses burned, some of the pack valiantly spraying them with garden hoses, a useless gesture against the ferocity of the flames. Bodies lay at odd angles everywhere, loved ones looking on in silent desperation. Others were being tended to by members of the pack and as Conal screeched to a halt outside his parents' home, all I could see was the dead and dying, the wounded and bereaved. It was horrifying and I jumped from the cab, watching Conal as he sprinted towards his parents' house. Amoux and Nonny knelt by the porch, staring at a body laid in front of them. Conal dropped to his knees, pulling his mother close and clutching Nonny's hand. I turned away, sick to the pit o
