The aftermath of the battle left much tension over the pack.
The wounded were being attended to, the family of the dead were mourning, and the once peaceful Vance Pack was now with much tension.
Sophie was sitting on the cabin's porch, looking at the blood stained clearing where the fight had actually taken place.
She could not really shake the images of the flashing teeth and the glowing eyes, of the brutal reality she had actually been put into.
The cabin door opened, and Darius stepped out. He looked so tired, his shirt was stained with blood none of it was his own, and his golden eyes were already dulled.
"You should rest," Sophie said, her voice was softer than usual.
"I will rest when things settle," he replied, his tone was sharp.
"Things won't settle if you just use yourself tired," she shot back, standing to face him.
Darius's lips formed, though it was not really a smile.
"You are as stubborn as ever." he said.
