Nyx's POV
We had arrived at the next pack, ready to investigate and uncover whatever clues we could find. The air was filled with the stench of death, a heavy, suffocating scent that clung to everything. It was eerily silent, as if the land itself was holding its breath. The atmosphere wasn’t just unsettling, it was wrong, deeply and unnaturally wrong.
Kieran stood a few feet away, speaking with Nicholas. They seemed to be in a very heated discussion. From the little I caught, they were discussing different ways to handle an army of the dead, if that was what we would be facing. It was clear that they weren’t just throwing around ideas for fun. There was an understanding between them that whatever was coming was likely far worse than we could predict.
I focused my attention on the bo
