Chapter 15

Buildings stood in disrepair, their once sturdy frames now weathered and worn by neglect. The pack grounds, once possibly vibrant with life, were now shrouded in an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional wandering pack member.

Her unease deepened as she stepped further into the heart of the Redwood pack.

The pack member appeared haggard, their faces etched with exhaustion and fear. They moved about like shadows, their eyes wide with an unspoken horror, their whispers carried on the wind speaking of tales untold. Marisol sensed their unease, their collective anguish, and it sent shivers down her spine.

The pungent scent of blood, death, and fear hung thick in the air, assaulting her senses. It was a tangible presence, suffocating her as if the very essence of her nightmares had materialized around her. Her breaths came in shallow gasps, panic clawing at her chest, constricting her airways. Her body trembled uncontrollably as the memories she fought to suppress