The aftermath of the battle left our pack shaken but not broken. As I stood on the edge of the clearing, watching the first light of dawn break through the trees, I couldn't shake the feeling that this victory was just the beginning. The air was still heavy with the scent of blood and magic, a reminder of the price we had paid to protect our home. But as the sun rose, casting a golden hue over the battlefield, I felt a sense of hope flickering in my chest.
I turned my gaze to the group of survivors gathered around the remnants of the campfire. Their faces were a mix of exhaustion and relief, the weight of our triumph settling over them like a blanket. Among them, I spotted Aimee, her expression resolute despite the weariness in her eyes. She had fought bravely, her bond with her wolf, Layla, strengthening with each passing day. But even as she stood there, victorious, I could see the doubt lingering in the corners of her mind.
