Chapter 73

Sylvester’s POV

The air was thick with tension as we rode back to our pack’s territory. The journey to the Ancient pack had been long and arduous, but we were filled with a sense of purpose and hope. As we crested the final hill, however, our hearts sank. Smoke filled the sky and the sound of howls and snarls echoed through the forest.

We rushed forward, our senses on high alert. The scent of blood was thick in the air and it made my fur stand on end. As we entered the clearing, chaos reigned. Members of our pack lay scattered about, some dead, others barely clinging to life. Blaze was cradling Luna in his arms, tears streaming down his face. Jackson’s lifeless body lay at his feet, a deep wound in his chest. Diego was struggling to get up, blood oozing from a wound on his hind leg. Amber was lying beside him, her eyes closed and her breathing shallow.

Jasper and Cole were in the middle of a heated argument, both looking worse for wear. Ryder was tending to