Chapter 41 The Edge Of Shadows

• Ashton -
• The twilight sky cast a muted glow over the dense forest as I approached the periphery of the pack land, my senses heightened by the scent of death. Chris, Trent, and a few seasoned trackers flanked me, their expressions grim and focused. The sight that awaited us was a sombre reminder of how dangerous things were beyond our borders.
• There, among the fallen leaves and underbrush, lay the lifeless body of John Mulberry. His still form, shrouded in the earthy scent of pine and moss, was a heart-wrenching sight. John, a loner within our pack, had met a tragic end. A bullet wound marred his side—the mark of a human hunter's cruel hand. He remained in his wolf form, a testament to the suddenness of his death.