Arthur’s POV.
Blood soaked the marble floors, pooled in the cracks, and stained the walls of the palace. The scent of blood filled the air, mixing with the smoke from the fires that still burned.
We have been fighting for three long hours, three long brutal hours.
The Queen’s people were relentless. More troops of the queen's people kept flooding into the palace. The queen must have been pissed by what we did to her people.
They came prepared not giving us any room to rest, they didn't even care about their lives, they didn't bother to retreat when more sentinels were summoned from other packs but in the end we still won.
I had lost count of how many bodies had fallen to my claws
Charles, despite his injuries, refused to retreat. He stood his ground, cutting down anyone who dared approach him.
When the final enemy fell, the place went silent. Only the crackling flames and the distant cries of the wounded remained.
I exhaled sharply, my chest heaving. My eyes scanned over the ruin
