MY TWIN ALPHA'S
Not when Caspian needed me.
Evening found me cresting the final rise overlooking Ashwood territory, or what was left of it.
Ashwood lay ahead… the path twisted through familiar hills, but as I crested the final rise, the sight hit me like a physical blow.
The pack lands were a ruin.
Once-vibrant meadows were scorched black, earth churned to mud by boots and claws. The main village… proud halls of stone and timber lay in smoldering heaps, roofs caved in, walls cracked like broken eggshells. Smoke still curled from the wreckage, carrying the acrid bite of burned wood and flesh. Bodies dotted the landscape… warriors frozen in death, some shifted, some human, faces twisted in final agony. The ai
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