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~Fridolf's POV
The night was long and brutal. My body ached from every wound, but I didn't care. I just wanted to make sure my men were safe, those who were still alive.
"Keep moving!" I shouted, staggering through the dark forest, my sword dragging behind me. The scent of blood and burnt soil filled the air. Every sound made me flinch. "Don't stop, damn it! Keep going!"
We had fought all night. Damon and his brothers were more ruthless than I'd imagined. I had underestimated them. Now, my men were in ruins. The few men that remained stumbled beside me, limping, bleeding, some coughing up blood.
When we finally reached the hideout, our secret base deep in the woods, the sun was already rising. I fell against the wall, breathing hard. My chest burned. My right arm felt numb.
"Alpha," one of my men gasped, falling to his knees. "We… we lost many."
