CHRIS
The sun had barely risen but we were already standing at the crime scene again. The weight of last night's escapades still remained fresh in our minds. The woods, usually a serene and peaceful environment had turned into a nightmare in barely a few weeks. Yellow and red duct tapes crisscrossed the area, marking off boundaries where authority figures stood, with their faces frozen in perpetual scowls.
The scene was eerily quiet except for the low hum of conversations amongst pack investigators and coroners. Despite the early hour, the air was filled with unease, as though the forest itself remembered the horror it had witnessed.
We used our influence as the Alpha's sons to push through the barriers, ignoring the sideway glances and muttered protests. Evans walked ahead, his expres
