Elsa’s POV
The courtyard feels empty now, the echoes of the battle fading like whispers in the night, yet my heart pounds as if the fight is still raging inside my chest. The air is cold against my skin, but it feels heavy with tension, each shadow seeming to twitch and whisper as if the night itself watches me. Alex is gone. He and Ryan have already moved inside, leaving only me with the silence and the weight of what I’ve done. My chest is tight, my hands still trembling from the adrenaline, and the guilt presses down on me like a stone I cannot lift. I had told Lucas to come. I had brought him and his rogues to the pack grounds, to my pack, to Amelia, to Alex, and for a moment, I almost feel like I could tear the sky open and fall into it to escape the shame.
Amelia stands a few feet
