She Didn't Make It

The aftermath of the battle was a somber scene, a stark contrast to the violence that had unfolded on the battlefield just hours before. The fallen warriors from both sides were laid to rest, a makeshift memorial rising as a testament to the sacrifices that had been made.

The sun hung low in the sky as the packs came together to clean up the battlefield, a solemn silence hanging in the air. Warriors moved with purpose, their movements slow and deliberate as they collected weapons, gathered fallen comrades, and tended to the wounded.

My heart was heavy as I moved alongside my pack members, my gaze lingering on the faces of those who had fought bravely and paid the ultimate price. The fallen enemy warriors were no longer opponents – they were lives lost in the wake of a conflict that had claimed too much.

Kimora and Lee stood beside me, their expressions mirroring my thoughts. We worked in silence, the weight of the losses a constant reminder of the price of war.

As the cleanup continue