Chapter 90
Aftermath of the Attack
AURORA’S POV
The smell of blood lingered in the air, thick and metallic, mixing with the sharp scent of crushed pine needles and scorched earth. The battlefield, once teeming with snarls and screams, had fallen into a devastating silence, broken only by the occasional groan of someone injured or the low murmurs of those tending to the wounded. The sun was dipping below the horizon now, casting a dim, reddish light over the pack’s territory, making everything look like it was stained in blood. Maybe it was.
I stood at the edge of the clearing, looking over the c*****e. My hands trembled, though not from the cold. Bodies—some of Dominic’s, some ours—were strewn across the ground. I couldn’t help but think that this was my fault. If I’d been able to cont
