Grayson found them still huddled together near the center of the clearing once the last of the rogues had fled, the battlefield gradually falling quiet around scattered signs of the violence that had unfolded broken branches, scorched earth where several wolves had clashed, and the faint, lingering scent of blood carried on the night air.
"Report," Grayson said, though his voice carried more relief than authority as he took in the sight of them both, bruised and exhausted but undeniably alive.
"They retreated," Ethan said, helping Lily to her feet, keeping a steadying arm around her even as he addressed the elder. "Their leader fled once the tide turned. We didn't get a name, didn't get answers about who's actually funding this, but we drove them off."
"For tonight," Grayson said grimly
