The story was familiar. Amaris had always heard about people not wanting to share their flocks with the hungry wolves, the selfish humans killing instead of sacrificing one or two of their prey animals. It was just a coincidence. It had to be.<br/><br/>It was the mention of trophies that made her stomach sink. Members of her pack had disappeared in the past, never to be heard from again. Please don’t let it be true, she thought to herself. She had to see. She had to know.<br/><br/>Without a word, she moved past him, making her way to that shed he’d pointed out. The door was flung open. The smell of death came wafting out, making her gag. It would simply smell musty to a human nose but Amaris could smell the death and decay lingering under the surface. She forced herself to step inside, almost shuddering at the amount of skulls and furs in the small building. One fur nailed to the far wall caught her eye, a distinctive marking near what would have been the shoulder. Her uncle had had a distinctive mark just like that. A strangled cry ripped from her lips. She stumbled from the death shed, leaning over outside the door to retch. A hand swiped across her mouth as she walked back to Blake.<br/><br/>“Have you seen any very large wolves on your property? One a very dark gray and the other a sandy color?”