Emily Rose POV.
Horror.
It was the ideal word to describe the image I saw. Brion returned to the fight, leaving me and his brother behind. I heard some commotion and shrieks.
However, when they were finished and he came to take Matt into the car, the sight in front of me filled me with dread.
I couldn't process the fact that there were dead wolves all over the place. They assaulted us. They desired a brawl. They were, however, mutilated. Limbs ripped apart, blood splattered on the ground, one of the wolves missing half of his head, and another with a large hole in his chest. His heart was next to his muzzle on the ground.
This was a bloodbath!
"How many?" Brion approached me and put his arm around my shoulders, lightly squeezing it.
"Twenty two," he replied, his face solemn. He cha
