Adams' POV
I ran to the back of the run-down building with my heart racing with each quick step I took. The air smelled strongly of smoke and metal—a nasty reminder of the violence that happened just hours ago.
“Ronan!” I shouted with my voice deep and harsh. The air was thick with tension and every part of me felt that something was very wrong. I came to a quick stop, staring at my Beta, whose face showed serious determination.
“Over here,” Ronan called, beckoning me to a broken wall covered in shadows.
“What is going on?” I asked, stepping closer and looking around at what was left of the village. The wreckage made me both mad and sad. It was once a lively place now turned into burnt remains.
Ronan got to a bloody spot on the wall and moved aside to show dark messy letters. “Look,”
