× Trix ×
I wake up to a painful hear-deafeaning noise, my senses immediately alert.
The smell of blood and the sound of chaos fill the compound. I throw on my clothes and rush out of my room, my heart pounding with rage and urgency.
The sight that greets me is a nightmare. Nardoo warriors are everywhere, slaughtering my pack members with brutal efficiency.
The pack house, usually a place of quietness and strength, is now a battlefield. A m******e!
Bodies lie scattered, and the air is thick with the smell of blood and fear.
In the dim light, I spot a group of Nardoos chanting something in a weird, ancient language. They're gathered around Dixie, who’s on her knees, her face visible with pain.
They’re holding her down, and there’s a sinister energy coming from the rune on her palm
