As the battle began to subside, Sophia's thoughts were consumed by a growing dread. With the remaining Ironclad wolves retreating, she raced towards the pack house, her heart sinking with each step. The once safe haven was now a scene of utter devastation. Overturned furniture, scattered belongings, and pools of blood marked the aftermath of the assault.
Sophia’s breath caught in her throat as she pushed through the wreckage, her eyes scanning desperately for her son. Amidst the carnage, she found Matthew, his small form battered and lifeless. The world seemed to collapse around her as she fell to her knees, cradling her son’s broken body in her arms. Tears streamed down her face, her heart breaking as she screamed for Matthew to wake up, her cries a mournful echo in the ruin of their home.
The joy that had once accompanied Matthew’s coming-of-age ceremony was replaced by a profound grief that settled heavily upon her shoulders. As the remnants of the battle outside were cleared, the Sherwood Pack lay in shambles, their future uncertain with their Alpha’s absence and their home in ruins.