AFTERMATH
(Madison’s pov)
Walking around the battle field, dead bodies cluttered the ground, but none were from our pack. The enemy used strategic planning but were not physically prepared for battle. Something is not adding up, I whispered to Amelia, who nodded her head.
Jackson and Augusta joined us as we were observing the aftermath before heading back to the pack house to check on pack members hiding in the safety bunker.
Augusta stated, “All the women, children and elderly are safe and returning to their homes while the battlefield is being cleared. I’m going to visit the homes of the elderly and pregnant women.” I nodded, appreciating her organized leadership and love of our pack, “Thank you, Augusta,” I replied. She kissed Jackson before continuing her duties.
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