There was so much wreckage that needed to be cleaned up in their pack. It was like Auburn's wolves had come to purposefully destroy everything. She hadn't seen what Sycamore had looked like after the carnage that Auburn had wrought on them, but she knew that it would be worse than what had happened in her own pack, so she was grateful, even though their damage was great, that there was at least something worth cleaning up.
It was a lot of work, though. And they were short so many hands, now .
Her father hadn't been the only wolf that had died in the attack. There had been eleven wolves that had died protecting the pack, eleven wolves that had given their lives fending off the attack.
Jake came over to her as she was cleaning, helping her move some of the debris. But Layla stopped what she'd been doing and turned to him.
"What happened, Jake?" Layla asked, her voice soft.
