Rose’s Pov
Two whole days had passed since the rogues had attacked, and our entire pack still felt like it was in pieces. Everywhere I turned, there were reminders of what had happened, the broken gates, the burnt patches of ground, the faint metallic smell of blood that still lingered despite the maids’ endless cleaning.
The pack medics were working without stopping, still treating the injured warriors. The pack was filled with the cries of those who were still healing. Hearing their sounds made my heart ache. Two strong warriors who fought with everything they had, had died during the war and the pain of losing them filled the whole pack. It hurt so bad to see their family mourn bitterly.
Ivy had been injured too. Her left arm had been deeply slashed, and although she was a werewolf
