POV – Donatello
The Eastern Valley Pack’s territory greeted us with the stifling embrace of decay as dawn’s pale light struggled to penetrate the dense fog. The air hung heavy, almost oppressive, as if even the land itself had given up. I surveyed the crumbling ruins around us—the pack house in the distance a hulking corpse of a once-thriving pack, homes sagging under the weight of years without care. Every step we took was marked by the crunch of broken stone beneath our boots, the sound of a place long abandoned by hope.
Kyro moved beside me, his presence as steady and commanding as ever. As Alpha Kings, we had witnessed the worst of what wolves could do to their own kind, but this… this was something darker. The stench of cruelty and despair lingered in every corner, more potent than
