Alexander pushed his way through the bushy paths, and finally shifted back to his human once the pack came into view. It was the wee hours of the morning, and he had bounded off with his wolf without even waiting for his caravan.

He walked briskly towards the factory, his eyes wide. It was no longer there, the entire thing on the floor in ashes. Nothing could even be saved.

He felt hot tears fill his eyes, the distant sounds of wolves coming out rather negligible to him.

"Where was everyone? How could someone have done this and not even a single person... Not even a single person could salvage...