"Bye-bye!" Dylan waved at Cyrus and the other marsh wolves as they got to their dark-green van home. With all the wolves riding their buses as well, it was time for everyone to go home and tell the tales of their once-in-a-lifetime experience. Some would bring memories of heart-pumping action, while some would call it a glimpse of hell.
Because of the fast action of the Rogue King's allies, no one died. Some were heavily injured, but what were injuries in the face of seeing the power of their Alphas in its full glory?
For Cyrus, his experience was eye-opening. The wolf spirits had come for the young ones, yes, but it didn't mean that they only spoke to the young ones. In fact, they were going around when the winds were slowly dying down. Before Darius was called by that sole spirit, the rest were speaking to others who had questions. Of course, Cyrus had also received his answer.
