Nara
I ordered that Kian be taken to the pack clinic for a doctor's check-up, despite his refusal.
"I'll be with you soon, I promise," I tell him, kissing his lips gently. Kian has a hurt, longing look in his eyes. I hold his hand and bring it to my lips, kissing it. "I'm not mad, nor am I hurt. I'm only hurting for the lives lost."
I assure him. He was thinking I hate him for killing my father.
I nod to Mason, and they take him away.
As I walk through the battlefield, the air is heavy with a sickening stench of blood. Many lives have been lost. The injured are being taken to the tents for treatment.
“Honey, please don’t leave me. Don’t die, please,” a husband cries as he tries to wake his dead wife, sobbing like a child.
Another warrior mourns for his older brother. All this loss,
