"Friends tell each other the truth, and then friends stick around for the aftermath". - Amy Dickinson
Bane’s POV:
I walked across the battlefield, a lot of people had died in the battle, I walked over to my father’s body on the field. I studied his body for a couple of seconds. I honestly had no feeling for him, I was glad he was dead, he caused so much misery in his lifetime, no one will be mourning his death. The blood warriors that surrounded the border fled as soon as they felt the connection with the pack and my father break. About hundred and fifty Blood Warriors managed to escape. The Silver Ridge pack walked a wide berth around me, they didn’t some members didn’t even look at me, I can’t blame them though. Eighty six members of Silver Ridge Pack died in the battle, t
