_Mira's POV_
The battle was finally over. The sounds of snarls, growls, and cries that had filled the night were now replaced by an eerie silence. I had stayed in the safe room with Luna Marinette for what felt like hours, my heart pounding and my mind racing with worry. When the knocking finally came at the hidden door, Marinette opened it cautiously. One of the pack warriors stood there, his face smeared with dirt and exhaustion.
"The rogues are defeated," he announced. "The pack has won."
A wave of relief washed over me, but it was quickly replaced by a new surge of worry. "What about my dad? Is he okay?" I asked, my voice trembling.
"He’s fine," the warrior assured me. "Just a few scratches, nothing serious."
I felt my knees weaken, and I had to grab the edge of the couch to stead
