Forest:
It’s Friday morning, and the pack office feels eerily quiet. The only sound is the rustling of papers as I sit across from Brooks, waiting for him to finish scanning the pile of paperwork left by Zane. It's the usual—simple requests for resources, patrol schedules, and updates on the pack’s activities—but something feels off.
Brooks hasn’t said much all day. Normally, he’s the one cracking jokes or looking for an excuse to sneak out, but today he’s uncharacteristically quiet. His brow furrows as he reads through each page, but his attention seems distant, like he's not really seeing the words. I glance at him, watching his movements closely. There’s something not right.
I shift in my chair, clearing my throat. “You’ve been awfully quiet today,” I remark casually, trying to mas
