The Reckoning
The aftermath of the battle left the forest eerily quiet, the air thick with the smell of blood and the sounds of panting wolves. Eric stood among the remnants of the fight, surveying the scene with a mix of relief and dread. They had managed to drive back the rogues, but at what cost?
Wounded wolves limped back toward their territory, and he could see the weight of defeat in their eyes. Some had fallen; others were injured but still standing, nursing their wounds with quiet pride. We had won this skirmish, but the war was far from over.
Eric gaze swept over the ground, searching for Bryce. He'd lost sight of him in the chaos, and a gnawing anxiety gripped his gut. If he had escaped, he would be back—and next time, he would come with reinforcements.
