**Trigger Warning: Blood, Violence, Gore, etc. continue at your own discretion**
I wake up and look around, but instead of waking up in my bed I am in the forest by the pack border. That realization takes away the leftover sleep in my eyes. Where the f**k am I? I look to my left and then my right trying to spot someone but I am all alone. Huh, did I manage to fall asleep here? I could have sworn I went to bed last night. Shaking off the leaves and dirt from my shorts and chest, I begin my walk back to the packhouse.
As I get closer, the smell of decay and blood graces my nose. A thousand things run through my head as I now run to the packhouse. When I get there, all I see are dead bodies, some of rogues and others of my pack members. The pack house is on fire and I automatically go into
