Max woke up with a start, looking around as he listened to the screams coming from outside. He grabbed his pants from the chair by the bed and slipped them on as he ran to the door, not bothering with the rest of his clothing. If those screams were an indicator of something, he probably wouldn’t be needing any clothes soon.
He ran into a couple of his warriors in the hallway and they all sprinted down the stairs and out of the packhouse without a word, stopping on the front porch while staring at the bright light that had turned the night into day.
Max watched as the raging fire that was stretching as far as eyes could see devoured the fields with Moon Alasse faster than his mind could follow, his heart dropping at his feet. The members of the Silverton pack were running around frantical
