Third Person P.O.V.
The return to the Blue Moon pack was not triumphant.
It was heavy. Raw. Silent.
The forest roads twisted behind them, hiding the battlefield they had just walked away from. Matt's and Bella's car rolled into the inner pack perimeter, kicking up small clouds of dust in the late afternoon light. The pack’s usual calm atmosphere buzzed with a strange stillness, like it knew something unspeakable had occurred.
Rose stood near the edge of the gravel path, her arms folded tightly across her chest, eyes scanning the treeline in anxious anticipation. Rachel and Blake stood beside her. Rose had been alerted by one of the warriors stationed at the border that Matt's SUV had entered the perimeter. She had barely waited a second before rushing out of the house, heart pounding,
