Kross had just returned from the Gauntlet, every muscle in his body screaming for rest. He wanted nothing more than a hot shower and a bed, but sleep was impossible with the weight of the night on his shoulders.
He hadn't slept at all, hours had slipped by as he studied Verdelune, chasing answers that remained out of reach. Such a supernatural powerful thing but only little was known about it. It left him with uncertainty.
Then Noah came, his report heavy with grim news.
The Silvercrest pack was in ruins. Ever since they had claimed the pack, the destruction that happened during the fight was a lot. And the pack wasn't in a good condition in the first place. Alpha Dristan was too greedy. He overharvested every single food that left the pack members with little. Now that winter was drawing near, the pack members had no food left.
