Perry's POV
The moment Timothy and I crossed the threshold into the shadowy hut, the air itself seemed to recoil. Despite its modest exterior, this structure had been transformed into a fortress of desperation. Ten warriors held their positions along the walls, their faces carved from stone and anxiety, knowing death had never prowled closer to their door.
During the recent slaughter, Alpha Hans had stampeded his precious family into this sanctuary like a coward, abandoning his pack members to face my warriors' steel alone. The bitter knowledge that their leader had secured his own survival while they bled and died had poisoned whatever loyalty still festered in their hearts.
