***Austin***
I push on each door I pass by on my hunt for Astor's study.
This building feels more like a rabbit warren than our own pack house does. It was certainly newer and bigger, but many were as their pack houses were far newer and more fit for purpose. One of the doors I try leads to the medical room, and Atlas is angered to smell vague remains of Serena's blood within it. I deeply hope that Serena is now safe or on her way to being safe at the very least.
Finally, I push through a set of double doors, and I am greeted by a sight I certainly did not expect.
Harold Astor, is slumped on the floor with his back propped up against a cabinet at the side of the room, his feet in a pool of blood from where James had skillfully maimed him with one of his own swords. Standing over him, w
