Feral Bonds

rt pounding. She wasn't a warrior. She was

its silvery glow bathing the werewolf pack's settlement. Sienna sat in the small

er said, wringing her hands as she pace

o-a strange, electric tension in the air. It was

stillness. Low and guttural, it sen

other whispered

l the air was filled with their eerie cries. Panic e

ing in the center of the village. His presence was com

ked. "Warriors, to the front

hunger. They were bigger than normal wolves, their fur matted and their movements errati

rogues in a chaotic battle. Claws slashed,

for a young pack member who had fallen. W