Octavia's Point of View
The sun dips low, washing the Noctwyn pack grounds in hues of copper and fading gold. The air hums with quiet exhaustion, warriors moving slower now, their voices muted, the sharp scent of blood and smoke still clinging to everything.
I stand near the trucks, the same ones that brought us here, my duffel slung over my shoulder. Eli checks the latches on the back of the nearest one, his movements methodical but tense. Around us, the others are gathering, Rafael and Jace by the hood of one truck, Trevor and Owen carrying packs, Alec talking quietly with his beta, Logan a few feet away.
No one really wants to leave, that much is obvious.
Alpha Magnus stands near the steps of the pack house, his arms crossed over his chest as he surveys the group. His presence comma
