At this moment, I am feeling the urge to trail behind them and eavesdrop on their conflict, but the weather is too pleasant and bright outside. I stare at the window at the end of the hallway, filling most of the area with brightness. So, I find myself confined in this space, with a burning curiosity about the root cause of their conflict.
"What happened?" I quickly yelled out before they got to the stairs.
"We are under attack," Jack shouted before disappearing down the steps.
Under attack? Who would be stupid enough to attack a pack of wolves that are, for the most part, staying under the same roof? The remainder stay nearby in another apartment building at the other end of the training field, so we are all within close proximity to each other.
A few hours pass, and I find myself pac
