Olivia
In the wake of the attack, the town looked desolate—buildings were burned and shattered, the streets were littered with debris, and an air of uncertainty lingered. The once vibrant marketplace lay in ruins, a stark testament to Ryan’s destruction.
But amidst this desolation, I found a shimmer of hope.
Everywhere I looked, our pack members were hard at work, aiding the injured, clearing the rubble, and setting up temporary shelters. It was nothing short of awe-inspiring to witness their resilience.
From the youngest members to the eldest, everyone pitched in with an unwavering spirit.
“Miss Olivia!” called out a voice. Mrs. Simmons, an elderly member of our community, approached me. Her usual straight posture was slightly hunched, and her hair, normally tied up
