Stephanie’s Perspective:
Even the night seemed to pause, holding its breath as we emerged into the open. The moon, full and mocking, cast a silvery glow over the chaos that rippled through those two blocks. Shadows danced wildly as the clash of flesh and bone echoed through the air—a symphony of survival as my pack fought bravely against the invaders.
The weight of Bethany in Brock's arms was a constant reminder of the fragility of life and the fierce drive within us to protect it. He glanced at me, a silent question in his gaze. Our eyes locked, and I nodded, understanding the unspoken plan—swift, silent, and cautious. Our feet barely touched the ground as we moved swiftly, dodging the debris that littered the battlefield.
Claws raked the earth, teeth snapped, and the scent of spilled
