Talia's POV
The battle is over, but the war inside me is just beginning.
I'm standing outside the healer's tent with my arms folded, glaring at the entrance like I can somehow improve things in there just by wishing it. The town's calm now; those celebrations from a few days ago feel like we had them ages ago. The scent of blood is still in the air, and the weight of it all settles in my bones.
Luna is stable. That's what they tell me.
That she'll survive and that she just needs rest. I should feel relief with this information, but all I feel is guilt. Guilt of a failed Alpha and friend. Luna was the first person I met when I came to the Misfit town.
I should have been faster. I should have protected her better.
I should have-
A presence shifts behind me.
I don't need to turn aroun
