The dock looked wrecked by the time the last of the fighting died down.
Bodies lay scattered across broken planks, some groaning, some still, while the remaining wolves dragged the wounded away from the water and out of the open. The sea below kept moving like nothing had happened, black and steady under the fading light. It made the whole thing feel worse somehow, like the world had already decided to forget what we had done here.
I stood near the edge of the dock and cleaned my blade with the corner of my coat.
The cloth came away dark.
My hands didn’t shake.
That mattered more than it should have.
Bastián was watching me.
I felt it before I looked up, the weight of his stare fixed on me from the other side of the dock where one of his men had just finished tying off a bleeding wo
