The high sound coming from the small metal can was terrible. It was not just a loud noise. It was a sharp, high screech made to hurt the deep hearing of wolves.
Maya, Leo, and Jax fell to their knees on the hard floor. They covered their ears with their hands, crying out in pain. Their small faces were twisted, and tears ran down their dusty cheeks. Clara pressed her palms tight over her own ears, but the noise was so strong it made her drop to the floor beside the children.
Elena felt her head spinning. The screeching noise felt like hot needles pressing straight into her brain. Her vision went blurry, but she forced herself to stand up. She looked down at her three children. Seeing them in pain made her red-hot anger burn away the dizziness in her head.
She looked at the small metal c
