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ng to get out of the house. I am alre

ill at home?" Counc

." I reply as I hear Mich

sit down for this c

's wrong!"

bsidian pack being attacked to

a couple of hours ago." I excl

pack to investigate and see if t

Savage and the rest of her pack. "We will leave immedia

situation that has arisen. The news of the attack immediately triggers a surge of worry and anxiety within our pa

etermination and unease permeates the atmosphere. The journey ahead is fraught with te

cent of smoke and devastation hangs heavily in the air. We seamlessly transiti

urvivors. However, with each passing moment, our spirits sink deeper into despair as we grimly realize that no one has survived this brutal o

es of urgent gestures, my eyes reflecting the gravity of the moment. Fueled by a mixture of anticipati

ed beneath a heavy beam and the remnants of the shattered structure. Though barely clinging to consciousne

to my human form, my voice breaking with em

tude and sorrow clear in her gaze as it meets mine. Her trembling hand reaches out to

words. It is clear to all of us that remaining in this ravaged pack territ

rney back to our pack lands. Each step is a laborious reminder of the

r Micha standing there, a blend of relief and apprehension etched across his

iately spring into action upon seeing Savage's condition. They work tirelessly, their skills and knowledge being put to the test as they try to stabilize her fra

decision not to abandon her during this critical moment. Despite her shallow breaths and sever

thought of her enduring the heart-wrenching loss of both her parents, the pillars of her existence, is unfathomable. The

to her already shattered world. How she survived amidst the chaos and destruction is a testament to her strength and resilience. I

st within my soul. The unfairness of it all, the cruel twist of fate that snatched away her loved ones on a day meant for celebration, fills me wi

on the very day that their daughter reveled in the joy of her birth. The weight of this shared tragedy binds us together, intertwining o

ing my unwavering support and understanding. I wi

solemn demeanor causing a wave of anxiety to wash over m

y with concern. "It will take time and a lot of care to ensure her recovery. We will do

be promising, a glimmer of optimism sparks inside me. I am filled with a resolute determination to support S

night and send out our investigators to see if we can find out who

n and hold her hand, trying to bring as much comfort as I can. "Unt

replies as he pats my bac

ermination even during the toughest moments filled with uncertainty. The pack stand

ons of improvement-a slight flutter of eyelids, a fe

tal attack. In her gaze, a mixture of agony and endurance is clear, as if she carries the weight of her pain and suffering. Yet, amids

f, I whisper, "We were