The bolt whistled through the air before piercing deeply into the trunk of an oak tree. Amira let out a slow breath that turned into white smoke before her eyes. The sun was nearly set, long, dark shadows casted across the clearing she made into her practice field. The snow was still thick on the ground, the Wisconsin Winter nearly half way finished, yet the cold and snow only seemed to get worse. She lowered her crossbow and blew loose strands of her hair from her face before taking a look around the darkening woods. This was her personal quiet space for solo training while she gathered her thoughts about the battle that was coming. Aiden had been preoccupied with settling in his new pack members as the new Rogue Alpha, although he still grimaces at the mention of it. Jax and Leyla were on their way back from Madison to help in the fight and train with the Rogues while Lymeria... "Amira!" Lymeria's voice called out to her from behind, "I thought I'd find you here

The warmth of the sun surprised her as her eyes fluttered open to find herself standing in a grassy field with dandelions scattered about in all directions. The air was still chilled yet not a speck of snow in sight. She patted herself down, feeling the fabric of her clothes and the softness of her face and hands. It all felt real to her, but it also felt like a dream at the same time. She ran her fingers over the blades of grass when her she felt someone watching her. She looked around and spotted a woman dressed in an off white tunic that fell just below her mid thigh. The tunic was pulled over her right shoulder with a clasp that seemed to pin it in place. A leather belt wrapped around her waist with what looked like a thin quiver attached at her hip. On her arms were braces strapped to them with gloves that had the index and pinky finger exposed. She had what appeared to be thin leather straps wrapped around her calves, but with the grass it was difficult to tell if she was

 Snow crunched beneath her boots as she walked alongside the lake. Ice layered the surface of the water and gave a beautiful reflection of the moon and stars. Time was about to run out before Godfried and his Witch would arrive, and she still felt ill-prepared for what laid ahead. Even though a truce was made between the Hunters and the Werewolves, the tension was so thick, not even a knife could cut through it. As reluctant as everyone was, training and preparations were still coming along as well as she could hope for. Even in the short time frame that they had. "Amira?" Jax called out to her from behind. She peered over her shoulder to her father who looked far older than she remembered him being the last time she saw him. He had his hands stuffed into his dark leather jacket as he walked up to stand beside her. His dark hair streaked with grey and bags lined under his eyes. "When did you sleep last?" She asked him as a cold breeze brushed through t

 Everything happened so quickly. Echoes of gunfire rang loud and clear. The snarls and growls of both monster and beast reverberated in the night. Aidan disappeared into the fray while Amira kept her crossbow up and her back turned away from the monstrosities. Yet with each one that fell, another would take its place. Even with the extra magical power that Willow had extended to the rest of them, it barely put a dent in the Dark Witch's undead army. The unsettling part was that Godfried hadn't made a single move yet. He remained poised beside his Witch near the back of the clearing where they had entered from. Even from the distance, he was an imposing figure. A bark caught her attention. Her gaze swiveled around to find a she-Wolf cornered by two undead creatures. Blood and black ooze coated her grey fur, claw wounds exposed on her chest and she panted heavily from exhaustion of the fight. Amira could see the energy leaving this Wolf's body and it wouldn't be long

 Darlow turned into a ghost town once the battle had officially ended. Any memory of the town had been wiped clean from the citizens that had called it home. The Werewolf community took it upon themselves to clear it out and put whatever was left behind to good use in their new home. Lymeria was on rest after her collision with her ex-Mate, but she was stronger than what he gave her credit for. As for his own Mate. She was still healing after she lost her father in the fight. Leyla had taken temporary leadership of the Hunters until Amira felt she was ready to take over her father's footsteps. She was still healing as well with the loss of her lover, even with the brave face she had put on. The world still moved on and darkness still lingered at every corner. Willow advised later it to burn the deceased that were not turned during the fight, in order to prevent any further undead to wander about. She was handling things slowly with her new abilities. Aiden had caught her freque