The Blackthorn market lay in ruins, the acrid scent of smoke and blood hanging heavy in the air. The fires had been extinguished, but the destruction left behind was a haunting reminder of Alaric's attack. Hunters moved swiftly, tending to the injured and gathering what supplies they could salvage.
Liam stood at the edge of the wreckage, his golden eyes scanning the horizon where Alaric and Korrin had disappeared. His fists were clenched, the fight with Korrin replaying in his mind.
"You're not worth it."
His own words echoed back at him, but they didn't bring satisfaction. Instead, they left an empty ache in his chest.
"Liam."
Elena's voice pulled him from his thoughts. She approached, her crimson eyes filled with concern. Blood stained her hands, a reminder of how close the fight had come to complete disaster.
"They're gone," Liam said flatly, his gaze never leaving the distance.
