The next day, sacks marked with a silver paw print were scattered all over Crescent Moon Pack. One sack was left at the front gate of the packhouse, where our Alpha held his daily meetings.
Ryland was urgently called back to investigate.
It took him three agonizing days and nights to piece together the contents of those sacks. When he finally did, he realized it was me—his fiancée, the woman he had been bonded to since childhood.
When Ryland arrived at the packhouse, he still had the colourful ribbons used to celebrate Selene’s recent recovery around him.
“When was the first sack discovered?” he asked with a sour expression.
“It was a member of the patrol team,” responded Ethan, the Beta of our pack. “He found the first one outside the eastern gate. At first, he thought it was a sack of deer meat, maybe a rogue wolf’s kill, and was going to take it home. Later, he caught the scent of werewolf blood and brought it here."
"This is a direct challenge to our pack!" Ryland snarled, his fists clenching beside him. “Whoever did this wants war.”