*Moonlight Pack — Smoldering Grounds, Dawn*

 The smell of smoke still clung to the air, long after the last flames had died. Dawn’s light spilled over Moonlight’s once-proud territory, but the sunrise felt hollow, its warmth unable to touch the ruin below.

 Where strong walls had stood, there were splintered beams jutting out. The training yard—where pups had once laughed and warriors had sparred—was nothing but ashes and shattered stone. The great hall, heart of the pack’s ...