Otto’s POV

It seemed a bit strange to step outside in the morning and not see a dead body.

Every day since I’d first started hearing the fighting nearby, I’d come out to find their bodies littering the ground.

It’s nearly impossible to tell a friendly dead wolf from an enemy dead wolf.

I would spend a few hours dragging them away from my home to keep the wild animals, the bugs, and the smell away.

But hopefully, that was all over.

This was the third morning in the past few weeks that I ...