Luca’s POV
I paced the cabin, watching the healer apply herbs on the injured children.
The cry of the grieving mother pierced through the air, raw and unrelenting.
I finally stopped and stood frozen, thinking of what to do. The incident was also my fault because I could have stopped Elara.
I only hoped for the two boys to be saved.
The dead child, however, laid still. Too still. I carried a white sheet and covered his small body. I wasn't sure what to tell them because the incident got everyone alarmed.
His father was kneeling beside him in silent despair.
He suddenly walked out of the cabin and I could hear commotion outside.
It sounded like a protest. The werewolves were angry.
My chest tightened as guilt clawed at me. The thought of telling them the truth hung heavy in the a
