Ron’s POV

In a makeshift shelter within the now dilapidated warehouse, my injured packmates were lined up in rows, using what little good space we had. Most of them had their fur charred, burns weeping from Ryan’s flames. Those who had managed to shift amidst the pain didn’t look any better in their human form. Blood gushed from their hands, some with huge gaps in their flesh, broken legs, burnt skin, and body parts twisted at painful, odd angles.

The area ...