Midas stood at the edge of the clearing, watching as his warriors tore through the last of the rogues.
The sounds of battle gradually faded as snarls died into silence, and the remaining bodies hit the ground with a dull, final thud. The metallic scent of blood hung thick in the air, clinging to everything.
Beneath the aftermath of the battle, satisfaction slowly spread through Midas, coiling around his heart like dark tendrils.
“Gather the bodies for burning...” Midas called out to the warriors.
They nodded and immediately began moving through the clearing.
A small smile tugged at his lips. Now there was nothing standing in his way. The complication was gone. The plan worked; Leo was dead.
Evelynn would be his even if she could never be luna. She was wolf-less; she would be seen a
