My palm itches as I walk through our compound. It's quiet again, reminding me of the first day Marcus, Vanessa, and I rolled in.
The attacks have probably brought up plenty of unresolved trauma, but the lost lives and wounded are the main source of our bottomed out morale once again.
Yes, we defended our home—but at what cost?
The energy here is strange. We should be high with Lucas' show of power, and instead we're all hiding again.
I spot Wes up ahead and raise my hand to wave, a smile already forming on my lips. But as our eyes meet, his widen and he's gone, darting behind a nearby cabin.
"Wes?" I step in his direction with some hesitation.
Many wolves aren't sure what to make of what they witnessed the night of the attack. They are scared of your power.