(Liam POV)
It was almost 7:30 at night when I returned to the pack's edge. The sun had dropped underneath the skyline, leaving a red glow overhead, like a dying coal refusing to be quenched. I proceeded carefully toward the cabin, my body stiff and my wits alert. The news I relayed was sufficient to badly damage anybody. But I could not to bear to show weakness, not now.
The Shadow Creek Pack was ruined. Ethan, my best friend, my brother was either dead or captured, and I hadn't even had the option to look for his body. Seeing our pack, our home decrease to rubble with the smell of death and blood thick in the air, truly gripped me. It weighed strongly on my heart. Nevertheless, at the moment, I needed to focus on getting back inside without causing worry. For the sake of the two of us,
