The aftermath of the battle had left our pack scarred and weary, but it also revealed the strength of our unity. We could feel the sense of finality after the battle between our pack and Bob’s army. Those who had gone over to Bob’s side, had been swayed by magic and were now fully recommitted to the pack.
One afternoon, my mates and I stood in the clearing where the final clash had taken place, the scent of blood and sweat still lingering in the air. The losses were profound, but the bonds of our pack were unbreakable.
I could tell that they could feel, as I did, that something profound had taken place. The fact that someone thought that they could take something that was ours was appalling, and we needed to ensure that it would never happen again.
As we stood, surveying the land, reme
