The uneasy silence was broken by Kieran's voice.
"They think they can strike us, kill our men, and leave widows in our streets?" His tone was sharp; his icy aura filled the courtyard until even the torches went out. "No. We will not take this insult lying down."
He slowly turned, his gaze sweeping over the soldiers who stood pale and quiet before the bodies of their fallen brothers. His voice sounded almost like a snarl as his wolf pressed at the surface.
"Every family who has lost someone tonight will be taken care of. Their names will be remembered. Their blood will not be spilled in vain. We will answer this."
A growl of agreement came from the gathered warriors, though it was mixed with grief. Kieran clenched his fists. His ice-blue eyes glowed as he turned away abruptly and strode back toward the pack house.
Emerald did not follow.
