Watching the displaced werewolves, Caleb shared his thoughts, his eyes fixed on the wandering creatures.
âThe only way to spare our kind from this suffering is to put an end to the war.
Otherwise, theyâll keep roaming, hoping to stumble upon a kind-hearted pack thatâll take them in I furrowed my brow in concern.
âBut arenât there hardly any packs willing to accept rogues?â
âYouâre right.
â Caleb nodded gravely.
âThatâs the sad truth.
Rogues are often seen as troublemakers.
They bring conflict, are tough to control, and could even be spies for rival packs.
â
A heavy silence settled between us.
It was clear that stopping the war was the only way to ease this tragedy.
But ending a war wasnât a walk in the park, especially whenâ¦
Thoughts of Galeâs past weighed heavily on my mind.
Plus, knowing Gale was the supreme witch with a strong grudge against werewolves and some serious power, it meant this war would be way worse than we thought.
âIvy, what am I supposed to do?â
I winced, my head throbbing with pain.
Ivy looked just as troubled, her voice filled with helplessness.
âHoney, with our strength, convincing Gale to back off isnât easy.
I hate to say it, but I donât have a solution.
â
The mood inside the car grew heavier by the second.
Suddenly, a loud cry shattered the silence, drawing our attention.
Ahead, a girl around Elenaâs age was bawling her eyes out in the bushes.
Caleb noticed her too and brought the car to a stop.
Debraâs POV:
Caleb and I shared a meaningful Look.
Caleb proposed, âWould you like to go have a look?â
I agreed, âYes, letâs go.
â
Caleb and I typically wouldnât involve ourselves in othersâ affairs, and ideally, we would prefer to return straight to the Thorn Edge Pack.
However, we both have children of our own.
A child standing there, crying so miserably, without any parents nearbyâ¦It was evident that something had happened.
We couldnât simply ignore the situation.
So, Caleb and I exited the car together and made our way towards the girl.
As we neared the child, we noticed a she-wolf lying in the bushes behind her, covered in wounds, her eyes tightly shut.
I observed that the she-wolf had a severe injury on her shoulder, was bleeding profusely, had extremely pale lips, and was clearly in a coma due to excessive blood loss.