Luna POV
The emergency radio crackled to life as I dived behind an overturned car. "This is Desert Moon Pack! We need quick help! Half our pack is possessed!"
I grabbed the radio, my hands shaking as bullets flew over my head. Not real bullets - the possessed dogs were shooting some kind of dark energy that burned through metal like acid.
"Desert Moon, this is Luna Morrison," I spoke quickly into the radio. "How many survivors do you have?"
"Maybe thirty out of two hundred," Alpha Rodriguez's voice came back, filled with hopelessness. "They're hunting us down one by one. We can't hold out much longer!"
I looked across the battlefield that used to be Silver Peak's main street. Possessed pack members with black eyes were attacking the few people left. But they weren't just fighting randomly anymore. They were working together like a real army.
