Enzo's POV
The silence of my office felt heavier than usual. I’d sent away three messengers already, barked at two warriors, and snapped at my beta, and still, my chest hadn’t stopped aching since they carried Lisa out of the fighting ground. The sight of her—small, drenched in blood, ribs visibly broken—kept flashing in my mind. No matter how many years I’d seen warriors bleed, or how many battles I’d waded through ankle-deep in corpses, something about seeing her like that left a sour taste in my mouth. She wasn’t a seasoned fighter; she wasn’t supposed to be on the ground, torn and cracked open like some offering to the moon.
And yet, she fought.
She fought Irene with everything she had and more. She called on her wolf—however briefly—and survived what should have killed her. That tr
