The aftermath of the battle was a bloody mess. All over the Highlander fields, dead wolves were strewn, some missing arms, legs, or having their throats and stomachs ripped out. Layla grimaced as she took in the sight, having to turn away so she wouldn’t wretch on Axel’s bare feet.
“It’s ok, kitten,” he said softly, gently gathering her in his arms. He had seen battles before, but this was clearly the first time for his brave little Aztec princess, who stood in his arms, trembling.
“Let’s get you back to
the castle, where you and your mother can rest. Roan, Nix and I will help Madden and the others + with the cleanup.”
“Mother,” she whispered, looking around for Briele. How distraught she must be, to have had to witness the c*****e.
“She’s over there…” Miyo pointed over his shoulder
