**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 ...