55- Shadows of Death

Soren

I stared out the window of my office, the weight of the world pressing down on me. The large bridge spanning the monstrously wide river was a stark boundary, separating our pack lands from the mundane world beyond. It was an ever-present reminder of the isolation we lived in, and now, it felt like a barrier we couldn’t escape from even if we tried.

The shrill sound of sirens pierced through the quiet morning air, a harsh contrast to the calm facade of our mansion. I could see the commotion below. The law enforcement, their cars forming a chaotic pattern on the gravel. My fists clenched at my sides. This was not the kind of attention we needed.

More bodies were discovered. Four bodies all slashed, slaughtered, and left to rot- were a macabre display that couldn’t be ignored. But they were placed on the bridge- as in killed elsewhere. Each scene was more gruesome than the last, the brutality of the attacks sending a chill down my spine. I have seen violence before, but this was