The next day, Liana had her schedule cleared to inspect the ruins of the packs and towns of the latest rogue attack.
Liana stepped into the remains of the Rust Fur pack’s territory, the weight of the scene settling heavily on her shoulders. The once-vibrant pack lands were now a desolate graveyard, filled with the echo of silence and death.
The shifters who had called this place home were gone, their bodies salvaged and buried, but their spirits seemed to linger, trapped in the aftermath of whatever horror had befallen them. Now, it was up to her to unravel the mystery of their deaths and find some semblance of justice.
The roads and soil beneath her feet were stained a dark, sickening red. The blood had dried, caking the ground in a grotesque reminder of the horrific events that had
