The Horror Beyond The Walls

"Attention, all werewolves. Does anyone recognize which pack this crest belongs to?" Ryan asked while showing the torn piece of red cloth to the surrounding crowd.

All but Brett Youngshaper shook their heads.

The number of ancient families with sigils could be counted on two hands, and the patterns were well-known throughout the werewolf community. This crest was entirely new. Foreign, even.

Ryan's gaze slowly drifted to Brett, who remained silent with his eyes pinned to the wretched crest in Ryan's hand.

"Brett Youngshaper? Any information?"

"Mr. Ryan Caldwell, with all due respect, the Youngshapers have their own family sigil and it looks different from the one on that fabric," some werewolves rose to Brett's defense before the latter opened his mouth. "Please refrain from hurling random accusations in his direction."

A thin smile laced Ryan's lips.