Garrett’s POV
The smoke from the fire was still rising slowly into the cold mountain sky. The loud noise of steel hitting steel, claws tearing through skin, and men shouting had finally stopped.
A strange, heavy quiet fell over Arnold's logging camp. I stood in the middle of the dirt path, breathing hard, looking around at the mess.
My clothes were soaked in sweat, dirt, and blood. My arms felt so heavy I could barely keep them at my sides, and my legs were shaking from standing so long in battle. Emotionally, mentally, and physically, I didn't know how to react.
We had minimal casualties today, but they were casualties nonetheless. I looked over at two of my warriors who were gently wrapping a fallen pack member in a dark blanket.
My chest tightened up inside. These were people who
