Grayson’s Perspective –
As dusk settled in, I finished my work in the busy packhouse. I had helped Janice, who worked tirelessly, get the guests from Silverton’s pack settled into their rooms. Quietly following her, I watched as she rushed out of the packhouse, clearly troubled. This worried me; Janice, Brock, and I had always been close, almost like siblings, united by our shared experiences of war.
Shrouded by the approaching embrace of twilight, I lingered in the slender shadows cast by the packhouse, my gaze trailing Janice's retreating form as she vanished into the softly lit entrance of our pack hospital.
I presumed she sought advice from Alpha Brock, her urgency seemed clear through her facial expressions, a silent storm brewing beneath her purposeful stride.
Janice soon reap
