ALLISON.
10 years ago…
The night erupted in chaos as the Flower Moon Pack was plunged into a nightmarish hell. Shadows flitted across the grounds, illuminated by flickering flames, while growls and shouts echoed ominously in the air. My skin crawled in fear. Are we going to die?
Quinn was tightly holding my hand as we stealthily move along the burning houses, trying to find our brothers. Sullivan burst through the fray, his face etched with urgency as he found us amidst the chaos. “Allison! Quinn!” he called.
“Sullivan! What’s happening?” I asked, my heart racing.
“Get back! We’re under attack! You both need to hide. Now!” he ordered.
“But how about you? Your arm is bleeding!” I exclaimed din panic. Sullivan was a strong man, he was even dubbed as the “untouchable warrior”. The fact
