*Logan*The air in the Palace felt as heavy as the weight in my chest, charged with uncertainty and grief. The fire's aftermath was a haunting reminder of everything we had lost, charred walls and burnt beams standing like silent spectators to the unfolding chaos. As I surveyed the wreckage, frustration bubbled beneath my skin, igniting my anger further. Easton's betrayal had carved deeper than any physical wound; it left scars in our lives that we couldn't simply erase.Poppy walked beside me, her eyes scanning the destruction. A shadow loomed across her face, the memory of Dante still fresh in her heart. "We don't have to go public with this," she said softly, her voice trembling with emotion. "It was a terrible loss for me… for us all. But this? This wasn't about revenge. This was about grief."I turned to her, fury clawing at my insid
*Dr. Kyle Velikov*The lab was alive with the glow of fluorescent lights overhead, casting sterile illumination onto various glass vials and intricate equipment strewn across stainless steel tables. It felt like I had stumbled into a Disneyland for scientists, my heart racing at seeing the possibilities within these walls. For two days, I had worked tirelessly, packing every valuable piece of evidence from the abandoned laboratory Poppy and Logan had discovered during their escape from the burning Palace. Now, every surface was filled with supplies, and the reality of the situation settled heavily upon my shoulders.As a serologist, virologist, and DNA specialist, I recognized most of what I had transported, a research collection that could create miracles or wreak havoc if placed in the wrong hands. The juxtaposition of power and responsibility made my head spin. I recalled my own
*Tanner*The remnants of the pack grounds lay before us like a haunting ghost of what once was - a sanctuary turned into a graveyard by ambition and treachery. Each step I took felt heavier than the last, the weight of grief pressing against my chest. Westin and Christopher fell into stride beside me, their faces etched with equal parts determination and despair. We had come to conduct a thorough check of the land, to assess the damage and uncover the truth behind the devastation that had befallen us.The smell of charred wood and ash clung to the air, sharp and acrid. I clenched my fists, anger simmering within me as we navigated the landscape littered with the remains of our homes and lives. The woundwould never fully heal, but we had to press on. I could almost hear the ghosts of those who had been lost whispering in the breeze, urging us to find a way to honor their memor
*Tanner*The acrid smell of smoke mixed with the scent of charred wood hung heavily in the air, clinging to my lungs like a dense fog. The pack grounds were unrecognizable. Once a vibrant hub filled with laughter and life lies in ruins, silhouetted against the pale morning sky, an ash-covered graveyard of memories. I stood at the edge of what used to be the central meeting hall, a gaping maw of darkness where laughter once echoed. The flames had devoured it, leaving mere skeletal remnants that told a story of destruction far deeper than mere buildings.I was grateful for the safety of the pack members, packed tightly in the nearby schoolunder Rose's watchful eye. But the thought of what they had suffered gnawed at me. They were displacedand scared, and I couldn't shake the feeling that the calamity wasn't just a crime of chance; it felt personal. Whoever did this was st
*Tanner*The air was thick with smoke, acrid and stinging my eyes. I stood at the edge of the clearing, watching the flames consume the pack house with a ferocity that mirrored my own rage. It was a chaotic display, flickering orange tongues licking at the night sky, casting ominous shadows of despair over the land we had fought so hard to protect. Memories wrapped around me like a suffocating shroud—celebrations of our unity, laughter echoing through the halls, a sanctuary we built brick by brick, now reduced to ash.Mind-linking with my gamma and beta, I did my best to establish some semblance of order amidst the chaos.'Westin, Emma, report! How's everyone holding up?''We've managed to get most of the
*Tanner*The weight of the news crashed down on me like a tidal wave. The palace was ablaze, flames licking at the sky and smoke curling like a wounded beast escaping into the air. My heart raced as I recalled flashes of Poppy's face, the determination in her eyes as she urged Logan away from his darkness. She was there, in the midst of chaos, and that thought twisted like a knife in my gut.I rushed towards the war room, my mind already churning with plans to gather a team. As I pushed open the door, the chaotic energy of the pack buzzed around me like a hornet's nest. Everyone felt it—the raw edge of the moment, like the air before a storm."Gather a team!"