The Aftermath of the Beast
The first rays of dawn filtered through the trees. The scene was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. The pack stood scattered around the clearing, their eyes fixed on Alex, who remained motionless, staring down at Richard's lifeless body.
For a moment, no one spoke. The weight of what had just transpired hung heavy in the air, an invisible force pressing down on all of them. The pack had always been a family, bound by unspoken rules and traditions. But this—this was different. Richard had been one of their own, no matter how far he had fallen. His death was not just a loss; it was a symbol of the lengths they had been forced to go to ensure their survival.
