Chapter 47

Cassandra’s POV

Looking around at the heinous sights, scattered with the corpses of innocent werewolves my heart bled but at the same time my guts couldn’t bear. Seeing the familiar faces I once knew and talked to now just something of memory. Tears rolled down my eyes uncontrollably, there must have been a reason these wolves attacked. No one would attack and risk his life for nothing, at least no one in their right senses would attack for no legitimate reason. What was the meaning of all this? Was Alexa really right? Could someone from our pack have hurt theirs because there was no other reason for such hostility?

Even though I fight, the sight of blood and killing has never been a thing of enjoyment to me. I wasn’t even sure if I could do this to another pack even if they hurt my pack. Daniel and other mature men helped to move the bodies away, the wailing of survivors rang continuously in my ears as I crouched on the ground crying profusely.

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