Around Amelia, the remains of both her pack and Cyrus's forces stood catching their breath, faces filled with both relief and exhaustion.
Amelia took it all in. Isaac was no longer a threat, but the tension that filled the room still seemed palpable.
She saw Dimitri standing beside her, his eyes scanning across faces: some to her for guidance, others still, from whom loyalty wavered.
Cyrus was the first to break the silence. Looking down at the body of Isaac with a mixture of triumph and disdain, his gaze afterward shifted to Amelia as a calculating glint entered his eyes.
"Well, Amelia," he said mockingly, words dribbling out of his voice. "Apparently, it would seem you got what you wanted. Isaac's gone. But now the real question is, what now?”
Amelia's jaw clenched. "Now, we resto
