Lahat ng Kabanata ng The lost packs: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

*Amber* As I enter the command room, I see Kattie nestled in Tjeck's lap, her head resting softly against his shoulder, while Adis stands before the computer screens, each displaying the faces of Thorn, Kress, Mike, and Lucas from the prison. "Are you okay?" Adis asks, his gaze penetrating and concerned. I can see the realization dawning on him as he notices the tears streaming down my cheeks. "Are you?" I respond, biting the inside of my lip to prevent it from trembling. "Come here." Adis pulls me into his embrace, and I bury my face into his chest. The warmth radiating from him provides a much-needed sense of safety, blocking out the world and the prying eyes I can feel upon me. Adis allows himself a brief two minutes to comfort me before returning to his role as the war leading Alpha. Instead, Tjeck reaches out, wrapping an arm around me while keeping the other securely around Kattie. Kattie's hand finds mine, her grip reassuring. "It's going to be okay," she promises, thoug

*Amber* Once again, I find myself armed, thrust into a war that Adis desperately wanted to keep me out of. The weight of the guns strapped to my hips gives me a sense of purpose, a flicker of hope that maybe I can make a difference, that perhaps I can put an end to the relentless cycle of death surrounding us. But the battle raging outside the wall is far worse and larger than I ever anticipated, and I bet more than Tjeck expected too. Gaping holes mar the once-impenetrable barrier, the result of Zombie's men hacking away with axes and throwing exploding bottles at it. Each time I brace myself for the inevitable breach, fortune seems to intervene… so far, they’ve been thwarted. “Amber!” Tjeck’s voice is strained, breathless. “We need your group out here. NOW.” “This is it,” I declare to my team, gripping my knife tightly. “Open the gate.” As the gate creaks open, my group spills out in a hurried rush, desperate to prevent the enemy from breaching our defenses. I take the lead, in

*Tjeck* I haven’t had many hours of sleep when I am abruptly awakened by an explosion. The instincts are deeply rooted in me by now, and I have my gun in my hand before I am even out of bed. Kattie is sitting up, knife in hand. “Get dressed… quick. Something is very wrong.” I pull on my pants, and just as I throw a T-shirt over my head, I hear gunshots being fired. I don’t wait for Kattie but run out of the room. As the Alpha, I need to know what is happening. “They’ve blown in the gates,” a man yells as he runs toward me. “We can’t hold them back; there are too many.” “Get everyone out of bed,” I tell him. At least almost every active member from the three gangs is here at the moment, recovering from the last battle. “What’s happening?” Thorn and Mike reach me at the same time, and seconds later, Amber and Adis emerge from my room, looking as if they have been ripped from their sleep too. “We are under heavy attack,” I inform them, turning to Kattie, who has just appeared behin

*Tjeck* I can’t quite pinpoint how long I’ve been lost to the void of unconsciousness when Mike’s warm, gentle voice reaches me, breaking through the thick haze that envelops my mind. “Tjeck!” His tone is soft yet urgent, a delicate balance of care and desperation. “Thorn needs your help badly if he is going to make it. You’re the only one still standing who has the necessary experience.” His words, laced with compassion, sweep over me like a soothing balm, but I can’t help but notice the stark contrast between his calm demeanor and the storm of emotions raging within me. I can feel the weight of pain, loss, and grief pressing down on my chest like a suffocating blanket. My hands tremble uncontrollably as I push myself up, my vision blurred by the tears that threaten to spill over. “I... I can’t...” The words come out as a choked whisper, laden with the heaviness of despair. “We have lost enough,” Mike insists, his voice steady but laced with an edge of urgency, as he nods toward

*Amber* As I walk between Tjeck and Logan, the park looms ahead, a haunting reminder of the chaos that has unfolded. The ground still bears the grim evidence of the war… a tapestry of bloodstains, abandoned weapons, and the shells of spent ammunition scattered like forgotten memories. Each step I take is accompanied by the weight of history, reminding me that war leaves indelible scars, etching its marks not only on the body and soul but on the very fabric of the world around us. "When we get back home, we have time for grieving," Tjeck whispers, his voice a low murmur against the backdrop of desolation. "Right now, we are strong." I don’t respond; fear grips me at the thought of breaking down in front of them. The pain feels too raw, too fresh, and the floodgates might just burst. As we approach, I see Zombie standing with Clay and Alec, a figure of authority amidst the wreckage, exuding a perverse sense of triumph. He waits for us like a king surveying his domain, and we’ve all