Chapter 34

Stormie

Dawn was just breaking on the horizon when I threw myself into the previous alpha's chair, dressed in a large tshirt one of my brother's had thrown me. We'd all had our wounds checked and were anxious to call our dad and let him know we were good. Z walked over to the wet bar and poured us each a drink - me, my brothers and Alpha Fredrick. Our first toast went to those who didn't make it. We'd suffered 26 casualties who were currently being prepared to be sent back to their packs or prepared for burial here.

I had thrown Kaden's head in a bag and then in a box to send with my uncle to the Tristan. The rest of the rogues and those from Blood Moon who had founght against us were being piled together on pyres for burning later. My uncle Z had already sent for the rest of his people and they would be here soon to help.

He poured another round and this time his toast suprised us all. "To Stormie, Ella, for cementing victory on her 18th birthday. Tales of the white wolf