AFTERMATH & ACCUSATIONS
~DAXON'S POV~
The fight lasted maybe five minutes, but it felt like hours. By the time the last Hunter fell, three of our wolves were dead, a dozen more were injured, and the main hall looked like a war zone. Blood stained the elegant decorations.
Glass crunched under boots. And at the center of it all stood Tate, still frozen, her dress splattered with blood that wasn't hers.
"Get her out of here," Mathias barked at me. "Now."
I didn't argue. Tate wasn't responding to anything—not voices, not touch, not even the bond. She'd locked down completely, her mind retreating from the horror of what she'd done.
I scooped her into my arms and carried her upstairs, ignoring the chaos below. Our bedroom felt too quiet after the violence downstairs. I set Tate gently on
