Sunrise came over the Sparkling Star Pack with a silence that felt way to gloomy and wrong.
No birds were heard outside, the little jokes guards shared while they changed shifts were non-existent.
The gates stood open, not in welcome, but in shock.
Thirteen bodies lay arranged before the pack house.
Not fallen. Displayed, like a f*****g museum or whatever.
They were patrol wolves, hardened soldiers who had survived battles with vampires and rogue beasts alike.
Their throats were torn. Chests ripped open. Some bore marks that looked deliberate, slow, as though whoever killed them took its time.
Blood stained the earth in dark patches that had soaked deep into the soil.
A scream tore through the quiet when one of the younger omegas spotted them.
Within minutes, the courtyard fi
