INTEROGATION WITH PACK MEMEBERS

The night stretched endlessly before them, as if the world itself was unwilling to move forward. The cold air bit at Alaric's skin as the first hints of winter loomed in the distance. The fog swirled like a ghostly presence on the deserted road, swirling around the tires of the car as it cut through the darkness. The car's headlights sliced through the fog, revealing only shadows that seemed to follow, but nothing could stop Alaric now—not even the cold or the ominous silence. His mind was set on one thing: reaching the werewolf territory where the attack had taken place, and finding the answers that eluded him.