Draven POV

“Alpha, Luna.” Lucas called as we walked past the still smoking gates of wind borne, into the pack. Of all the rogue attacks I’d seen so far, this was one of the worst. Not even the buildings had been spared.

I stepped over a large piece of broken concrete that had fallen over the entrance, “how did it happen? Have you discovered anything yet?”

He pushed back his sunglasses, fitting them snugly on his head, “we’re still checking but it looks like the attack happened ...