KYLEN
The stench of blood hit me before I even stepped inside. Thick. Metallic. Sour with rot and death.
My wolf growled, pushing to the surface, his fury scraping against my bones. My body tensed, bristling with violent instinct as I crossed the threshold of the pack house.
Everything was a mess. I felt it before I saw it.
Furniture were overturned and thrown around, broken, shattered. Claw marks gouged into the walls. The air was heavy, like the aftermath of a battle. It looked like a storm had torn through, but there’d been no storm.
The whole place was silent. Like someone had buried every living being. It was f*****g wrong.
Jessa stiffened beside me, taking a sharp breath, scanning the room with a curse. “Something is wrong,” she whispered, her hand trailing down my back, but I
