Author's POV
Silverstone pack
The storm ravaged through the night.
Thunder cracked across the darkened sky as relentless rain battered against the
stone walls of Silver Pack estate. The wind howled through the towering pines surrounding the mansion, carrying with it the scent of wet earth.
The guards stationed at the iron gates stiffened when a lone figure emerged from the veil of rain.
The figure drenched by the rain staggered forward, one step after the other, body swaying side to side as though being carried by the wind, boots dragging through the mud, leaving smeared footprints behind him.
“Beta Kael?” one of the guards muttered in disbelief.
Kael barely lifted his head.
Blood trickled from the gash above his brow, mixing with the rain that streamed down his face.
His shirt
