The pack felt empty and sorrowful. The people who were killed in the attack were being buried and the injured ones treated. The awful scent of blood still clung to the air mixing with a nasty decomposing smell. A few rogues were captured and being interrogated but they had refused to spill a word on who led the attack.
The once powerful silver moon pack which was known for its greatness was now reduced to ruin. Renovation of the destroyed building had started. Damon paced inside the meeting hall,his father sitting on a chair, his face settled in a frown. The pack house was lucky to not be affected by the fire.
Marcus and Damon were angry but it wasn't for the same reason. Marcus fist clenched and unclenched repeatedly. "Those filthy rogues. They ruined the ritual. It will take a very long time before I'll be able to do the ritual again" he snarled. "This was our only chance to cleanse the pack. To strengthen the pack and it was interrupted by those scumbags"
