RAGNAR:
The scent of blood woke me before dawn.
By the time I reached the eastern wing, the guards were already gathered, their eyes wide and empty. Two bodies lay on the ground, they're council members and Elders of the pack. Old enough to remember the wars, loyal members of the council.
Now their throats were open. Their families had found them before sunrise, and their screams had ripped through the pack lands. The scene was too brutal. There was no struggle just pure elimination. Swift and Brutal. Leaving no time for debate.
I crouched beside the corpses. Both men were targeted separately, yet they ended up together. No struggle, no fight. Whoever did this knew exactly when and how to strike. They didn't even have time to transform, an acquaintance perhaps?
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