Dominic’s POV
The moon was still high in the sky when we finally got back home. Everyone was tired. The warriors were silent, the rescued women walking slowly with haunted eyes. Some of them still trembling from shock. Some had bruises, scratches, but it wasn’t just their bodies that were hurt—it was their spirits.
As we reached the estate, my warriors helped the women into the house where a few healers were already waiting. I made sure each one was attended to before sending them back to their homes under tight protection. No one was left alone. Not tonight.
No more mistakes.
I stood in front of the gate for a moment, staring into the night, my heart heavy.
Then I heard footsteps behind me.
Harry.
“Dominic,” he said quietly. “You need to check on Marcus and Lydia.”
I turned to loo
