Pamela's POV
The haze of smoke was still there as the labor started.
Dead bodies were taken away from the battle area, some to get respectful burials, and others burned where they were killed. The injured got medical help, both those who fight for me and what was left of Ray's pack, but I made sure my healers helped my people before anyone else. Even though we won, we still lost people. Sad cries filled the morning, mixing with the smell of blood and fire.
I stood in the middle of it all, watching and thinking. This was more than just winning a fight it was a fresh start.
I hadn't expected for there to be much causality. I stared at the soldiers who had died fighting for their Alpha's.
I had gone after Ray with revenge in my mind, willing to take everything from him. And these people, my people has gone into war to put Ray's reign to an end. We both had different reasons to go after Ray but all ended at the same outcome.
