Chapter 68

The sun had long since set and the fires of the fallen continued to burn. There was a morose silence amongst the werewolves who had survived. The earth was wet from the rain and as we went about collecting bodies, weapons, fallen tents and everything else scattered in the fields, the stench of death and blood was everywhere. It was on our skin and soaked into the earth. Splattered on the white tents and the castle walls. It was—a rather depressing site. So many were injured and as exhausted as I was I couldn't go and just lie down even if it was only for a few moments. Xavier was dragged off somewhere and was probably helping with the bodies and taking record of the fallen. Shortly after our reunion, Chris went of to help collect the weapons and Ginger an I set of to help the injured. I don't know how but we got separated. I had just finished disinfecting an elderly ladies arm when she patted my shoulder as I leaned down to finish up my work. I looked down at her worn out face