Chapter Thirty-five

Elsa's POV

I emerged from the dungeon, my clothing and face splattered with blood. The red of it made me stand out even more against my white fur. I was not one to shy away from a fight, but I had not expected it to be this messy.

The scent of the blood mixed with the scent of the earth and sweat, filling my nostrils. My clothes clung to me, damp and heavy from the sweat and blood. I could feel the stickiness of the blood on my fur, making it uncomfortable to move. I wanted nothing more than to get rid of these clothes and take a long, hot shower.

My heart was racing with the excitement of the past few hours. I had managed to extract the information I needed from the rogues who had dared to come near our territory. The scent of their blood filled my nostrils, and for a moment, I reveled in the feeling of power that coursed through my veins.

As I walked towards my chambers, I could feel the eyes of my pack members following me, their respect and fear palpable. I could hear their murmur