Karl's POV

A hush fell around. The warriors—what was left of them—glimpsed around, peering through bloodied eyes, their bodies marked by the scars of battle.

The whole place reeked of pain. Of fear. Of death. Of anguish.

Orchid sauntered in, a walk of victory. Her mission had been accomplished.

Barlas's eyes met hers.

“Is she–”

“Yes, she's dead.”

I didn't know who she meant. But I'd overheard her talk about a certain she-wolf that needed to be out of the way.

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