Andrew's POV
Despite the pang of pain that jolted through my body as I tried to raise my head up, I managed to take a look at the owner of the voice. To confirm my doubt.
"Beta Moore?" I mumbled with a grunt, unsure if he was actually the person standing before me. It had been years since I saw him. After the war. The man smirked in response and I knew I was right.
I could barely recognize him by his facial features if not for his voice and his smirk. Moore's face which I had remembered as a handsome one was now a map of scars, a living testament to the brutal attack which had left him with a deep-seated fury.
After the war, I hadn't seen or come around any member of our pack. As young as I was then, I knew there would be scanty survivors of the war. The war was the biggest in our community then and it had been like a fire which had burnt down our pack completely.
