The massacre in the park had happened over three days ago. And for three days, no matter what she did, Layla couldn't get the scene of the massacre out of her head.
Thirty wolves, all from Wolfsbane, all gone in a single afternoon.
Layla doesn't even know how they managed to keep something I like that from having such severe consequences. Was no one getting involved? How were thirty wolves just dead like that, and everyone continued like it was normal?
When Auburn had massacred the Sycamore pack, the entire forest had felt it, had wept for their loss. Everyone had come together to try and rebuild the pack, or help them get started again. But no one had just moved on and pretended like nothing had happened.
But here in the city, it was like the packs weren't even concerned about it.
Henry didn't think that he had found every member that had defected to David's side.
