The smell of death.
That is what welcomed her into her pack.
Bodies are laying all over the pack. The beautiful garden of flowers she remembered running there turned into a blood bath. She trembled as she frantically searched for anyone alive. She sprinted to one wolf she saw moving.
As soon as she arrived there, the wolf stopped moving.
She glanced around in the hope of seeing another one moving. Unluckily, she saw no one. A heap of dead bodies and her pack's bodies lie on top of one another. Some were still in their wolf form while the others are in their human bodies.
She could feel the energy leaving her body. She swore to herself not to give up, not now. Not when she must find even one person alive.
She struggled to get herself into the packhouse.
