#Chapter 246: Reunited

Almara’s Pov With the vortex closed off and gone, the air becomes breathable again and the storm lessens. Still, my paws squelch in the wet terrain. Unfortunately, as I look around at the battlefield and see the piles of bodies slumped over one another, I think it’s more than just mud causing the stickiness. I try not to look down at the innocent blood shed on the ground. As I take careful consideration to step over and around the bodies, I tell myself they chose to come out and help us fight knowing it was their duty to protect the freedom of not only the Hurricane Pack, but for wolves everywhere. Still, my heart breaks. They died sacrificing themselves and now they lay here their body becoming a home to the worms. We’re going to have to honor them in some way when we get home. Home. That word has never sounded so sweet. Images of our state-of-the-art kitchen, forest backyard, and king-sized bed all flood my brain. It feels like a distant memory that no longer belongs