Complete chaos.
Everywhere Freya looked at, was in complete chaos. The only place that wasn't in chaos was the Alpha's residence, and the bungalow where her family had been staying all this while.
How had all these been happening, how had the painful shouts and the heart searing cries been happening and they hadn't been aware?
It was then that she understood that her father must have cloaked the living room where their meetings had been held with magic, with a safeguard akin to a sound proof, such that sound couldn't leave the room, such that sound couldn't enter too. And as wonderful as the advantages were, this was the exact disadvantage. Ignorance to chaos. Oblivion.
People were running helter skelter, shouting as they run—their wolf strength and powers rendered obsolete in the face of the onslaught spearheaded by shadow warriors.
