After The Storm

The moonlight shone the brightest ever since the storm from yesterday night had passed.

The citizens of the Crescent Pack thought that the worst finally passed by. What was left for them to do was to return to their homes after evacuating and help each other in cleaning the massive amount of water littering inside their houses or their buildings.

But they were in for something more.

The moment the first ray of sunlight peeked at the high skies, chasing the darkness away, deltas marched around the Crescent Pack’s central town – sniffing and growling.

As the gammas, Crescent Pack’s healers, set up their small tents for free check-ups and consultation if there were injured wolves and visitors during the storm that lasted a day, the deltas rounded up every nook and cranny of the central town.

Yet no smell of the wanted Diana Ritchell or a witch was ever found.

After all, all lingering traces of what transpired at the back alley of the central town were all mistaken as the debris of t