Aftermath

The ruins of what had once been Adrian's pack stronghold sprawled before them, smoke rising from the wreckage, bitter proof of all they fought to destroy. The sun had set hours ago, but the faint glow from the soldering remains cast long shadows across the broken stone and twisted metal. The air reeked of burnt wood and blood, the fight was long over, yet the weight was still there as if a heavy fog had engulfed everything in its path.

Adrian stood at the edge of the ruins, his ...