After a long, brutal winter, the snow finally melted across our territory. The forest behind the city breathed again, and the air no longer burned my lungs when I inhaled. But peace in the weather never meant peace in the pack.
Through one of our scouts, I uncovered something ugly—a shady operation hidden inside a car repair shop at the edge of town. On the surface, it looked ordinary. Underneath, it smelled of greed and fear. The story spread quickly across social media. Humans called it fraud. The authorities acted concerned. But I knew better.
That shop was only one rotten branch on a diseased tree.
We managed to pull a few victims out. Still, my instincts told me there were many more suffering in silence. Where greed grows, darkness follows. Some people are willing to abandon their souls for power. In our world, that kind of hunger is dangerous.
