Chapter 116 Blood And Doom

• Henry***
• The Dark Moon Pack stands before us, but it’s no longer the sanctuary we left. The heavy wooden gates creak open slowly, revealing a scene that steals my breath. The courtyard is unrecognizable—charred earth, broken weapons scattered like fallen leaves, and the air thick with the coppery tang of blood.
• The silence is oppressive, broken only by the faint groans of the injured. The once-proud walls of the packhouse bear deep gashes, as if claws—or something far worse—had torn through them. My stomach turns. This isn’t just an attack. It’s a massacre.