As soon as I opened my door, I could smell the smoke, and the packed house was resounding with sobs. I frantically searched my surroundings to see if I could spot my family. I yelled for them as I hurried through the corridors. My throat burned as I swallowed more and more smoke, tears streaming down my face. When I finally got outdoors, a loud sob sprang from my mouth when I saw that the grass was covered in blood and that my pack mates' dead bodies were lying there. When I turned around and saw my beloved pack home on fire, my pulse rate quickened, and I experienced a wave of terror.