× Dixie ×
The place we enter is filled with nothing but grey. The sky is dark and heavy like a storm is coming. From where I stand to the horizon, all I see are dead bodies, burning huts, and weapons sticking firmly into people's bodies. It looks like a battleground.
“This is a pack territory that turns into a battleground,” the storyteller confirms my thoughts. “It’s more of a slaughter. At one point, everyone here is alive, going about their day, and then the rogues come. They come in numbers, killing anyone in sight. This is a pack after a rogue attack.”
Looking around, my gaze falls on a little boy who is shredded to pieces. My hands shake as I struggle with the reality of how a child can be so brutally killed. I look away, shaking. Seeing dead bodies reminds me of my parents. “Take
