{Casper’s Pov}
The smoke was everywhere. It didn’t rise from a single spot — it swallowed the whole sky, blurring buildings, suffocating everything one way or the other. My lungs burned, and my vision blurred, but I kept going. The scream… it hadn’t stopped echoing in my ears. My mother’s voice — high, raw, and everywhere.
Yet I couldn’t pinpoint any direction. Even Ophelia looked at me wrong when I screamed for Mom. Mom, am I being delusional? NO
I know what I heard.
The pack settlement looked like a scene straight out of some hell. Fire and brimstone consumed everything as I hurdled over a shattered food cart, the scent of charred meat sickening, even more than the stench of burnt fabric and blood.
Someone coughed near a nearly collapsed tent, their hand barely poking out from under
