CHAPTER 58: RENEWED HOPE

ZANDER’S POV

As I walked deeper into the pack, I couldn't help but notice the changes that had taken place since I was last here. The fountains that used to pour out sparkling clean water were now nothing but dry, muddy pits. The once-green fields and pack where I used to run and play football as a teenager were now dead and dull, overrun by weeds and neglect.

But it wasn't just the physical state of the pack that disturbed me. Lining the streets were homeless men, women, and children, their faces contorted with hunger and desperation. They cried and begged for scraps, and it tore at my heartstrings.

This wasn't the prestigious Poison Fang pack that I had grown up in. This wasn't the place where I had learned the ways of the werewolf and the strength of our pack. This was a shadow of its former self, a place of despair and suffering.

My blood boiled with anger and frustration. How could this have happened? How could our pack have fallen so far? It was a disgrace, a mockery of everythi