***Zaya POV***
Just as instructed, Audrey and I packed up our belongings. On the way to the car, I could see all of Evander’s pack members lying on the ground. Godric was true to his word. Not one wolf had been killed. Every life that night was spared. It was the cleanest battle known to man or wolf.
We left Evander in his house. The only rogue wolf not to be put down. He was left awake to make sure those who woke did not rush to retaliate. I couldn’t look at him. My last image of Evander was him drowning in a glass full of alcohol.
It was amazing how less than an hour ago, this man was strong and tall. Now he seemed small and weak. I kept thinking back to the moment we shared before the attack started. It was amazing and yet, I felt ashamed and wrong.
The ride back to the Blood Moon pack was sort of a blur. It was like the day I left, only in reverse.
