The van was silent. Too silent.
I swear, I could separately hear six heart beats.
As we were leaving, Z met us by the vans with his eyes trained on the ground. His mask looked darker, more eerie beneath the moonlight. Staring at creating the ominous feeling in my gut that intensified once he finally had spoken.
In the short hour that we’d been preparing for the trip, Z had received a distress call from the pack requesting our aid.
The Alpha had moved as many members as he could to an underground bunker, but it hadn’t been fast enough.
I’m not sure I’ll ever forget the shakiness of his voice. Even behind the deceitful mask, I could feel the anguish in his voice.
Mass casualties.
The word hasn’t been used for us as of late, but it wasn’t too long ago that the beginning of the Er
