|| Lilac’s POV ||

The minute streched and the growls from upstairs died slowly. It was over. I felt it in my heart. Then the door burst open.

Garry stood there, panting, his clothes torn. "Everyone okay?"

His eyes locked onto my bloodied arm. "Luna, you are bleeding."

"Later," I cut in, forcing myself to stand. "The rogues?"

"Gone. For now. You were right— their numbers were massive, but we were ready."

"How are our warriors? Is everyone ok?" I ...