Kafele
The effort to even lift my own feet was excruciating, but the need to see Neve and Rafandra spurred me on. The Heroux city was deathly silent, nearly everyone was tucked up in their beds except the warriors that were slowly making their way back to their homes in their exhausted states. I nodded at Wredon as he turned down his street to his home where his mate, Miella, would be waiting.
It wasn’t only the battle that had taken every ounce of our energy, but the fact our wolves had carried Typhon on our backs the entire journey home. He was a solid wall of muscle and far larger than any other wolf in our pack, even Aramis. That had been the true test of the mission. I had no idea what had caused him to pass out but I was confident his brother, Leif, would figure it out.
I stoppe
