"Ow!" Jace whined at me like a child, pouting dramatically as I finished cleaning a cut on his shoulder.
"Oh, you're fine," I muttered lovingly, kissing above his injury. Zena whined at it, hating seeing our mate injured at all - but thankfully, it would heal quickly and was more superficial than anything.
Jaxon was unharmed, at least any injuries he did have had already been healed. His biggest issue was he was covered in blood, dirt and his clothes were torn - and he was quiet.
Of the forty-something Pack who'd remained beside Sigmund during the fight, three survived and surrendered, the rest were killed. All except Sigmund, who had used the chaos to run away, abandoning his Pack and stripping himself of his own title, now a high-target Rogue. All Packs were alerted to the status ch
