Buildings stood in disrepair, their once sturdy frames now weathered and worn by neglect. The pack grounds, once possibly vibrant with life, were now shrouded in an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional wandering pack member.
Her unease deepened as she stepped further into the heart of the Redwood pack.
The pack member appeared haggard, their faces etched with exhaustion and fear. They moved about like shadows, their eyes wide with an unspoken horror, their whispers carried on the wind speaking of tales untold. Marisol sensed their unease, their collective anguish, and it sent shivers down her spine.?