{Ryanna’s POV}

The atmosphere still lingered with the aroma of fire, long after the last blaze had died.

Char and blood. Fur and soot. And beneath it all, something sickly, like burnt bone marrow and scorched bile.

I stepped over a collapsed beam, my boots sank into something that might be the floor of a small dining hall. The walls were gone now. So were the wolves who once laughed inside it.

We were too late.

A decent number of the pack mates had been slaughtered before we arrived. And ...