The battlefield was filled with ruins burning slowly. The scent of blood and ash filled the air, and the ground was decorated with bodies of falling wolves, some Gabriel's warriors, some Cassian's, and many unknowns. With wolves attending to each other and some in serious pain from the unexpected attack.
Aveline wiped her blade clean, but her hands were still shaking. The assassins had been too precise, and their attack was too calculated. They weren't just here to kill. Aveline looked around for clues and was seen shaking her head while walking and checking around.
They were here to send a message.
Gabriel stood beside her, his breathing was coming out in bits, a big cut across his arm still bleeding. His expression was hard as stone, his eyes unreadable. He was also checking around the security post while walking and discussing with Aveline.
