My paws were screaming with pain from our long journey back to my birth pack. Nova was limping behind me. I couldn't stop and wait for her. My heart was pulling me home or where home once was.
The adrenaline rush I had was rekindled by the horror that I saw in front of me. The air was thick with the smell of burnt wood and metal, but also mixed with death and old blood. It was rank enough to make my stomach turn in disgust.
The pack house where I once lived had been burned down. There was nothing but debris where it once stood tall. I rushed up to it and began searching, but found nothing. The lands around where the pack house once stood had multiple dead bodies that were already starting to decay and be eaten by vultures and other scavengers.
I started convulsing at the sight and st
