Aiden's Point of View
The air hangs heavy with silence as we stand among the ruins of the training center, dust still clinging to the edges of scorched wood and shattered stone. Julian and Owen step up beside us, both wearing the same grim expression I imagine is mirrored on my own face. There’s nothing left to save here. Just ash, twisted metal, and the lingering echo of something deliberate, targeted.
Victoria’s voice breaks the silence. “Let’s head back to my office and figure out where to go from here.”
We all nod our heads without a word and fall in behind her as she turns towards the pack house. The path back winds through the trees, the setting sun filtering through the branches above, casting broken shadows across our trail. The forest around us is unnaturally still, no birdsong
