I ran hard, not bothering to stop for food, water, or rest. As the sun rose higher, the borders of our pack lands finally came into view. Though exhausted, I had never been so desperate to be home, and ran even harder. Just as I crossed the east gate of our land, the world went dark. I awoke to familiar surroundings, my father whose musky scent reminded me of the woods, and the voices of his beta, third in command, and others high in the chain of succession.
They spoke in hushed tones, but it was easy to tell that they were speaking about me. As I opened my eyes and began to stir, my father's strong arms wrapped around my shoulders to support and steady me. His eyes were full of concern, with so many questions. Before I could speak, four short words flowed from his lips "our Luna is gone." Tears flowed from my eyes as I recounted everything I had witnessed. He listened in silence, holding me tight, and never flinching as I relived every brutal detail.
Once I was finished, and there was nothing left to speak, he directed some females to attend me and promised that he would return soon.