Stepping through the clearing of the forest, the blood-soaked battleground sat before me. The aftermath of the harrowing clash between the hunters and Pollux’s pack had come to an end. The scent of death hung heavy in the air, mingling with the cries of the wounded, who were slowly being tended to. My heart hung heavy at the view before me. 

None of this was what I wanted. 

Everywhere I turned, shifters were moving towards the wounded, trying to help in any way that they ...