Talia's POV
We won the battle, but my mind refuses to settle down.
The Misfit town is bustling with celebration after the war with the bully rogues, the laughter of Pack members echoing through the streets as the Misfit wolves rejoice in their victory. This is the first battle won with no one injured in years.
They had always retreated and flee while the rouges steal their belongings and do away with their precious ones. Fires flicker in the town square coupled with the smell of different delicacies filling the air as warriors and healers alike 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 fades into a quiet hum. I sit on a log near the river, staring at the moonlit w
