Not a Werewolf

The peace of the dinner shattered as a series of loud explosions rocked the packhouse, sending vibrations through the walls and rattling the elegant table settings. Plates clattered, and everyone jumped to their feet, hearts racing. The warm glow of candlelight flickered violently, casting shadows across the shocked faces around the table.

"What the hell was that?" Aaron exclaimed, his voice rising above the sudden chaos.

Analyn quickly turned to Alpha Jasper, her expression transforming from warmth to worry. "We are being attacked."

Alpha Jasper nodded, his instincts kicking in as he scanned the room. "Everyone, stay calm! We're going to move—"

Another explosion boomed outside, this one closer, rattling the windows and sending a shudder through the air.

"We need to get out of here," Liliana urged, her voice trembling as she grasped Elisa's arm tightly.