Brandon
Smoke came from the reservation and where there’s smoke, there’s fire. It wasn’t just the reservation that had fallen to the DOPC. From where I sat perched, I could see the entire town and beyond it. My keen senses allowed me to hear what was far away and see what was ordinarily concealed.
They had indeed attacked several fronts and not just my own. I could sense that they had attacked other packs in the vicinity. A wolf has a way of knowing. It’s how we tell apart one pack from another; it’s how we choose to stay away from each other to avoid unnecessary bloodshed.
But alas, blood had been shed.
I could not decide on whether to head immediately to the reservation or see to all the peril that was being caused around Rapid Falls. Below me, I could see police cars racing along th
