Jefferson stood frozen, unable to move or speak, his face drained of color. Ma'am Elena, with her sharp gaze, approached him cautiously. As soon as she touched his hand, he jerked it away, as though her touch had shocked him.
"What is going on here?" Ma'am Elena's voice cracked through the air, her patience wearing thin.
The pack remained silent. Everyone seemed paralyzed with fear, some visibly trembling. The tension was suffocating.
Finally, Jefferson, still shaken, managed to whisper, "I... I'm sorry, my lady. It's just that what we encountered out there was unlike anything we've ever seen or heard of before."
I felt a cold chill run down my spine. His words were ominous, and the fear in his voice was undeniable. I had so many questions swirling in my mind.
'What could possibly be so terrifying that even the Nightwalkers, a pack known for their strength and dominance, are this scared?' I thought, my heart pounding in my chest.