The Dark Silver territory was a bloody mess. Keir watched with grim satisfaction as the warriors slaughtered each other.
A guttural growl escaped Keir's throat, a sound that spoke of both victory and simmering fury.
"Take our men! Help the wounded and carry the dead! Leave!" Keir ordered his warriors who hesitated, feeling reluctant to leave their Alpha in the enemy's territory.
"Now!" He commanded.
They hurried toward their warriors laying on the floor, doing exactly as the Alpha had commanded.
A lump formed in Keir's throat; each fallen warrior represented a gaping hole in his pack. These were fathers, husbands, brothers, and sons of women.
Soon, the entire place was deserted of the Blood Crescent warriors, except for Aldric, Kellan, and Merikh who stayed with their Alpha.
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