Overseas, in a wolf pack, a pack of werewolves was hiding in their safe house. The warriors, together with the alpha and beta of the pack, were missing from the large group.
The Luna of the pack had a small child cradled in her arms, and in her free hand was a small milk bottle half-filled with milk. The group had been divided into two groups, with the children and teenagers of the group, huddled together in one corner, and the elderly huddled together in another.
The room was completely silent, as the sounds of growling and shouts filled the small room. Even the little children who should normally be crying were silent as they huddled up to each other.
A short stout woman walked up to the Luna. Her brows were scrunched up together and her lips were pursed tightly together. She opened up a mind link for the two of them and called out. 'Luna.'
