Caedmon's POV
The head, leader of the rogues, was dead. His head was thrown on the floor after he was taken down by Luke and Theo. Nyx was on the floor in front of me. She just stared at the body that lay lifeless in front of us. Fenrir touched her with his nose. In his own way, he was trying to let her know he was there for her. So was I. As I shifted, I held my hands out, wiping tears that were running down her face. Screams and howls intermingled as the wolves celebrated victory. The rogues, now leaderless, started spreading, fleeing from the battle. Others stayed, trying to pledge allegiance to an alpha willing to accept them. The cheering started dwindling as we start assessing our losses. "I did this," said Nyx as she kept looking past Lucius's body. He had a hole in his chest that
