The battle was over, but the war had only begun.Aria stood at the center of the settlement as the sun climbed toward midday, directing the aftermath with the same precision she had used to defeat Kallan's army. Wolves moved around her, tending the wounded, securing prisoners, repairing the damage that had been done. She was everywhere at once, her voice steady, her hands never idle, her eyes already scanning the horizon for the next threat.Logan watched her from the edge of the training ground, his arms crossed, his jaw tight. He had watched her walk behind enemy lines alone, had watched her face down five hundred wolves with nothing but a blade and her will, had watched her win a victory that should have been impossible.And he had stood on the wall, helpless, waiting for her signal, waiting for her to come back.He was still waiting for his heart to stop pounding.She had not told him her plan. Had not warned him, had not given him a chance to argue, to protect her, to be the shie
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