K I A R A
The entire pack was grieving. We had lost great warriors and good people. The packhouse felt emptier and the joy of victory was long gone. We had all won the war, but at what cost?
Damon and I spent our days going to the burials, comforting grieving families, and planning the rebuilding of our home. It was exhausting work. But we did it together.
It’s officially been two weeks since my father retreated, and we hadn't heard from him since. There have been no attacks, no threats. It was like he had vanished into thin air.
He had underestimated just how much Damon's allies had helped us. He wasn't expecting to be so outnumbered when he attacked the packhouse that he immediately knew this wasn’t a war he could win. He had taken a heavy loss that would take years to recover from.
