We all share an understanding glance and race out the door, following the warrior to the pack entrance. The scene at the pack entrance is chaotic as we rush outside and down the dirt path, our hearts heavy with concern for the injured individuals from the Black River pack. The sky above is tinged with hues of orange and pink as the sun begins its descent, casting long shadows across the ground. As we approach the gate, we see multiple small groups, each of them huddled together, their forms battered and bruised. Their clothes are torn, and streaks of dirt and blood mar their skin. Among them, I recognize the distinct markings of the Black River pack insignia on some of their tattered clothes, their pack scent mingling with the scent of fear and desperation.
Dallas strides forward, his exp
