Chapter 57

Kane’s POV:

There is a lull after a battle. Everything goes quiet. It’s when this quiet descends that you are forced to face yourself and what you had to do to keep yourself and your people alive. You have to deal with conflicting emotions – elation because you won, coupled with intense sorrow over the ones you’ve lost, the many losses that are to come, and guilt because you survived.

We lost our fair share of warriors. Some I trained with as pup, others were nameless, faceless wolves I’ve never met before, but loved regardless because they were mine.

Most werewolves retreat for a while, spending time with their wolves and mates, finding solace in each other’s arms. If their mates died during the battle, they usually follow soon afterward, and the Omegas often find their lifeless bodies in their beds. They just lie down and never wake up again.

I don’t have much time to lick my wounds. I hide my own sorrow because I have to. Someone needs to go on, needs to be strong for the rest.