(Darius)
I stood there, watching them work, my chest aching with grief and exhaustion. The war was over, but the cost had been high. Too many were gone. Too many lives had been shattered.
I let out a slow breath and forced myself to stand tall, even as my body screamed at me to rest. My pack needed me. They needed a leader, not a man drowning in sorrow.
Samuel and Dr. Harris were still at Silas’s side, making sure he was stable. He had saved us all, and now he was fighting to recover. I hoped he’d make it. He deserved to.
I turned to my pack, the people who had fought beside me, who had given everything. Some were wounded, others barely standing, but they were alive. That had to mean something.
I cleared my throat, my voice hoarse. "Everyone, listen to me."
Slowly, they stopped what
