The Werewolf Shifters' Haven

d Calla bolted upright. It wasn't just loud; it was wrong, full of fear and pain. She did

and there were not even separate instructions; it was only chaotic noise. Calla's heart pounded as she followed the cries toward th

n she reached the scene,

ound, twisted into contortions in pain. Their faces were pale, and a few pack membe

ictims of an attack!''' "Like a s

the wolves, blackening and rotting the flesh around their deep wounds. She kne

e sharp with panic, "Don't tou

e steady. "It's not a diseas

know?' "It could be anything. 'F

meant. For years, the whispers had followed her since

the tension still crackled in the air, silenced most of the ch

down, the elders are dead, and now we have... this." His lip

"We don't know what this is yet, but yellin

for you to say." "You're not

h. All of you. We're taking them back to the camp

med Thorne. His eyes were leaden with pain, his breathing shallow. And deeper down on hi

shoulder and said softly,

eak; his eyes flickered toward her. No

red. "We'll get you bac

hatever movement made him cry out so rawly, so painfully, that Calla's

behind. She had a feeling she'd seen this scene before. She noticed a cluster of claw marks sunk deep into the earth and a mere

ng her fingers softly down the marks. Faintly, they p

behind her. "Wha

t her, and she turned to see. His eyes were

m, looking for answe

be you already know them. "Was your mother into this kind

and firm. "Leave

forgotten? Do you think we have? She was constantly stirring up trouble, messing wi

digging in. The rage wanted to boil under her skin, but she

g like her." "It's bigger tha

it flickered at the edge of the clearing. Her breath hitched. It wasn't

nrik toward the glo

hers, and he fro

r, her feet crunching softly against the ground. It dimly

nrik called. "You

the smell of decay intensified as she stepped into the shadows of the trees. A

, with deeper claw marks radiating jaggedly outwards. It was comi

ching the glow of the object, a sharp jolt of pain shot thr

dn't look back, but Fenrik's

led along the edge of her mind, and Calla's chest tighte

't finish