Julian’s Point of View
The wind howled through the desolate fields, carrying with it the stench of death and decay that clung to everything like a curse. I stood in the heart of the devastation, my chest tightening as I looked at what remained of my once-thriving pack.
The vibrant greenery that once symbolized life and strength was gone, replaced by charred earth and skeletal remains of trees. Every step I took on the scorched ground was a grim reminder of the destruction I had brought upon my people.
The packhouses that had once stood tall, filled with laughter and warmth, were now nothing but crumbling ruins. Their walls, blackened by fire, seemed to mourn the lives lost within them. I walked through the remnants of what used to be home, my boots crunching against shards of glass and
