BURN.
The fire started in Zone Twelve at 2 AM. Old integration facility, supposedly abandoned. Someone had been living there.
By dawn, three buildings were ablaze. By noon, the fire jumped containment lines and spread into Silvercrest’s eastern forest.
Sera woke to the smell of smoke and emergency sirens. Marcus was already gone—coordinating evacuation as alpha. She found Luna organizing medical stations for potential burn victims.
“How bad?” Sera asked.
“Bad. Wind’s pushing it toward residential areas. We’re evacuating two thousand wolves from the eastern sector.”
Sera joined the evacuation effort because sitting idle was impossible. Helped load pups into transport vehicles. Guided elderly wolves to safety zones. Did the physical work that kept her from thinking.
By evening, the fi
