Northern Ridge Pack territory was burning.Smoke rose from multiple buildings as we crashed through the entrance, our vehicles skidding to stops. Warriors poured out, weapons ready, but what we found was worse than any ambush.Bodies.Dozens of them, scattered across the compound. All wearing the simple clothing that marked them as omegas or lower ranks."Search for survivors," Dante ordered, his voice tight with barely controlled rage. "And find whoever did this."I climbed out of the vehicle, my wolf howling in grief at the senseless slaughter. These weren't warriors killed in honest combat. These were innocents, executed for the crime of being considered weak.Sarah had been telling the truth. This was genocide."Luna!" Vincent called from a nearby building. "Over here!"I ran toward him, finding a group of terrified wolves huddled in what looked like a storage cellar. Children, elderly, all omegas, all traumatized but alive."You're safe now," I told them, letting my Luna authorit
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