(Kael)
The cleanup takes longer than expected. Bodies being moved. Wounds being treated. Warriors organizing what's left.
I help where I can. But my ribs are screaming. My ear still bleeding. Every movement hurts.
Thunder speaks. 'I'm working on it. Give me time.'
I can feel him. Focused on healing. Mending broken bones. Closing wounds. The pain already less than it was.
'How long?'
'Hours. The ribs are bad. But I'll fix them.'
I trust him.
I'm watching the Clearwater and Silvermist warriors. They're gathering their own dead. Preparing to take them home.
That's when I hear them. Wagons rolling through the forest. Coming from the direction of the pack house.
Rowan walks over. "The Alphas are here. With transport for their dead."
Derek and Leah approach. Both in human form. Both l
