In the middle of the fight, Kevin faced Artyom, full of anger at the suffering Artyom had caused our pack. He attacked with all his strength, determined to make Artyom pay. But the situation quickly changed when Artyom struck back with a sharp silver knife, seriously wounding Kevin.

My best friend, always by my side, was hurt, and my heart raced. I could hardly breathe. I had to reach him before it was too late. I scooped Kevin onto my back, feeling his weak weight, and pushed forward. People ...