Lauren
The next day, Alexander was off to see where the battle between our pack and the Rouges took place.
He told me not to come, but this wasn’t just his problem anymore.
On the outskirts of the city in a warehouse, style-park and field—The battlefield smelled of blood and damp earth, the air still thick with the lingering scent of smoke.
The morning light barely cut through the overcast sky, casting an eerie glow over the wreckage.
It had been hours since the last Rogue fell, but the signs of battle were everywhere—deep claw marks gouged into the trees, scorch marks along the ground had burned through the dirt, and, most unsettlingly, the blood. Too much of it.
I stepped carefully over a broken blade, the metal glinting dully in the weak light. My boots sank into the softened g
