Oliver’s POV
The air outside the bunker was thick with the stench of blood and sweat, the ground littered with the fallen bodies of both friend and foe. The night sky, usually calm and serene, was a battlefield itself, filled with the echoes of howls and snarls. My heart pounded as I carried Lucas’s unconscious body through the chaos, Elena by my side.
She had been silent since we left the bunker, her face pale, her eyes filled with worry. I could feel the tension radiating from her, but there was no time to address it now. Lucas needed help, and the pack needed me to lead them through this attack.
“Stay close,” I instructed her, glancing back to make sure she was keeping up. She nodded, her hand gripping Beauty’s arm for support.
We reached the infirmary, a makeshift structure that wa
