FIFTY NINE

ELENA’s POV

I sit on the ledge of the packhouse’s balcony, staring at the blueish hues of the morning skyline. A flock of birds fly across the sky, all ready for the dawn of a new day.

I look at the bandages on my arms and thighs that cover my battle scars and exhale.

Strange, but I do not how to feel right now. The Storm Riders pack stand victorious. We have won, there is nothing left to fear. I should be happy, exhilarated even, but I am not.

It is odd but I feel like I have lost my direction in life. Back then, I was so caught up with vengeance that I never planned for anything after.

And now with Clyde finally dead, I have to ask myself this question.

Where do I go from here?

“Careful or you might just fall off the balcony.” It is Kane and his voice pulls me out of my thoughts. He steps out to the balcony and stands next to where I sit.

“You should be resting,” he says, drumming his fingers a