CHAPTER SIXTY
I race through the night in wolf form, my anger and need for revenge driving me. Even though I know this is dangerous, it feels like fate. It feels like I need to be back home.
Time slows in the most agonizing way possible. My thoughts shift between fear for my daughter and horror over what's happened to my pack. I can't get their deaths out of my mind. The only thing that helps is knowing that I will avenge their deaths soon.
The closer I get to my home, the more intense my thoughts become. What was once a place of peace for me has become a place that haunts my nightmares.
I’ll make it a place that haunts them.
As I near my home, an awful scent clouds all the familiar, far more pleasant scents. It has warped this space into a place I don’t recognize.
It’s the smell of dust, blood, tears, open intestines, and unimaginable pain. It’s the smell of corpses who have already begun decaying.