RONAN
•Three days to claiming season.•
The city feels like it’s burning.
Wolves keep losing their minds left and right, assigned betas and patrollers scrambling to keep them down. The patrols are endless and tasking and even Caius is out there now. And he doesn’t do messy.
The bastard doesn’t like blood on his hands unless it’s bottled up in a lab or if he's cutting it open with a knife — or whatever it is they use — directly from the source. But since yesterday, he’s been swinging claws just like the rest of us because if we don’t, the streets will drown in it.
I’m tired. No—tired doesn’t even cut it. My head is heavy and my body is sore and every part of me feels like it’s ready to shut down. But the wolf doesn’t rest as it keeps me moving even when I shouldn’t. Even when I don't
