Makana’s POV
As our warriors and men gathered folks of the Ko’olau pack, I was saddened at their state. So many frail and battered men, young men and a few young females not of age yet.
I scan each person and each of their aura’s were weak. There was no fight in them. No will to do anything but try to survive. Why stay? Is the only question that filled my head.
Slowly, Dom, Maika and the rest of the warriors and men who stayed with us walked up the beaten, overgrown and run down path. Making our way to the clearly dilapidated pack house. To call this a pack is a joke.
The house was dark and seemed to have no source of life to it. Torches lit a few areas within its crumbling walls that I could see from outside. But other then that, it was a poor of an excuse of a building. H
