Chapter 116 Mourning

• Eryn POV
• There is no fanfare when we pull into the Warrior Pack. We are not greeted like returning heroes. The streets are empty, and the shutters are drawn. The pack looks destitute. I wonder how many of the houses are actually empty and how many are just hiding from their Alpha. Either way, it doesn't make me feel cheerful to be home.
• Atticus squeezes my hand when we pull up to the pack house. It looks the same, save one difference. A tall wooden pole is in the middle of the front yard with chains and shackles. It is an echo of what happened here. It can not go fast enough.