Sophie’s POV
The silence after the battle was even worse than the fighting itself. The grand hall of the mansion looked like a war zone, and one could see shattered glasses, bloodstains on the marble floors, and broken furniture scattered everywhere. I leaned against Damon, and held Lucas tightly between us. My shoulder still burned from the corruption, but the pain was nothing compared to the fear that I felt right in my heart.
“We won,” I said, but I wasn't even feeling victorious. “For now.”
Damon's silver eyes scanned the room, assessing the damage and the exhausted warriors around us. “Marcus, get a full headcount. Tend to the wounded first. I want every scout out within the hour. We need to know exactly what’s coming.”
Marcus nodded, blood still coming out of a wound on his fore
