Talia's POV
Even after winning my first battle as an Alpha, my mind refuses to settle down. The Misfit town is still bustling with celebration of the victorious war with the bully rogues, their laughs echoing through the streets. This is the first battle won with none of the misfits killed or badly injured in years, according to Alpha Axton.
They had always retreated and fled while the rogues stole their belongings and did away with their precious ones. Fires flicker in the town square, coupled with the smell of different delicacies filling the air as the misfits drink and cheer in victory.
I should be celebrating too, but I find myself sneaking from the scene, drawn to the outskirts of town where the noises of the lively town fade. I sit on a log near the river, staring at the moonligh
