The Alpha King and the wolf guards moved in-between crushed bones and burnt flesh by the time they arrived at the northern district of Astoria. The district is protected by one of the three major ice walls and houses close to twelve major packs with their Alphas. What used to be a flourishing city now laid buried with bodies and tainted with blood.
The wolf guards moved around as instructed by the Alpha King to put off some places that were still burning and find any survivors. The moon was high in the sky and this time it did not provide any sort of comfort.
The Alpha's King jaw was clenched hard with both regret and anger as the number of bodies detected by the wolf guards increased and there was still not a single survivor that would not make this rescue mission a total failure.
