*Emma's POV*
The Sky had been painted grey, and the stench of blood rose in the air as the war died down. I stared at the bodies that litter the ground, my mind wandering to the grey furred wolf. Spinning my head around, my eyes scanned the place as I looked for him.
Where had he gone? I thought as I stared at my hand that had turned bloody from the war that had just taken place.
Shaking my head to get rid of the thoughts, I hissed at the sharp pain in my neck, I had taken a punch to the neck during the war.
"Emma." my father's voice came behind me, and I turned around, meeting his worried gaze, as well as the gazes of some pack members.
"Father." I called out, bowing to him as he was still the chief warrior.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes scanning me, and I hummed in response,
