Alpha Lorenzo
The smoke still hung heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid stench of blood and ash. The once bustling heart of my pack's territory now lay in ruins, the devastation a cruel testament to the rogue witches' brutal assault.
My mind was numb, the reality of our loss too immense to fully comprehend.
I moved through the wreckage, my steps heavy and slow. Bodies lay scattered, their lifeless eyes staring up at the sky. My pack members, my family.
I had failed them.
The weight of that failure crushed me, threatening to pull me under.
"Alpha," a voice called out, pulling me from my thoughts. It was Conan, his face etched with exhaustion and grief. "We need to gather the survivors."
I nodded, trying to summon the strength to lead. "Start with the injured," I ordered, my vo
