***[POV: Drink-Wolfsbane-Already Duskpaw]***
I looked at this chain-link fencing that stretched across the snow. Half-buried in it. Topped with razor wire covered in ice.
And already too low to be capable of stopping us. Even before now.
Choices made against deterring other humans are pretty much… decorative. Useless. We just had no reason to fight the military or show ourselves.
Yet here we are, crouched in the treeline. Myself and eleven other wolves. Half of them from our original pack, half of the other idiots following Chad.
Waiting for his signal. Like damned video game units in one of those things he used to play. I knew I should have started smashing his phone years ago.
My breath fogged in the air and my chest ached. Not from the cold. Just that fucking phantom pull toward *nothing*. She's nothing, no matter what anyone says.
That kid is also nothing, just an abomination.
"Remember the objectives. Secure the ammo depot first and spread from there."
