Garron blinked his eyes open. His vision was blurry at first. It felt as if he was waking up from a deep sleep.
The cold sting of the stone floor beneath his back grounded him. He groaned as he turned his head. He caught his breath sharply at the sight that lay before him.
Corpses. Dozens of them.
The mutated wolves lay in heaps, torn apart limb from limb, their monstrous forms sprawled across the cavern like discarded dolls.
The Blood across the ground had dried into black smears, and the stench of death hung thick in the air.
Garron hastily pushed himself up and glanced around.
The other members of our party—Jessa, Zeek and Nia were also beginning to stir awake. They were each lying across the cavern floor, their expression etched in confusion.
Zeek clutched his heads, while the Nia and Jessa blinked in shocked at the carnage around them.
I rubbed my eyes and sat up from the floor along with them.
