Chapter 138

Killian's point of view

It was already morning, and the sun appeared above the Eastern horizon. I moved past the bloody mess on the ground, scattered around the pack. Lifeless bodies of Lucius's army of both rogues and witches. More than half of his army was all dead, few escaped while a few were taken as prisoners.

Lucius was dead. His death gave me great joy and satisfaction. Finally, he was able to pay for every damned wrong he did to Sheila.

I felt a rush of calmness within me. We did not only win the war Lucius started, but we also managed to put an end to the terrible things that had been occurring in the pack, along with Thea.

I left the castle and joined Morgan at the Packhouse where the warriors were disposing of the bodies.

"How are things going?" I turned to Morgan whose green eyes were already on me.

"The outcome is better than I had imagined. We lost a few warriors, while the wounded ones are being taken care of by the Pack's physician, and the witches," he voiced.

"I'll