ANNA’S POV

The silver illumination of the moon broke through the canopy of trees as we made our way back

to the pack, casting a silvery ray across our tired faces. I couldn't shake away the adrenaline still

coursing through my veins, the battle still fresh in my mind. As we arrived at the pack house, an

array of worried faces and a tinge of relief greeted us. They looked us over, their eyes scanning

for injuries and becoming wider when they found the gunshot wound on Cameron. Their

expressions were a tapestry of concern.

“Is everyone alright?” Ash, one of our trusted warriors, stepped forward, his eyes locking onto...