ONE HUNDRED & THIRTY

NADIA LARSEN

The aftermath of the battle was a sobering sight. The park where we had met the challengers lay wasted, a testament to the fierce conflict that had unfolded. Lives had been lost, sacrifices made, and wounds, both physical and emotional, ran deep. As the dust settled, my pack and I remained behind to restore a sense of normalcy to Alpha Titan's pack, a good number of his pack had died in battle, just in case there was a resurgence.

Some weeks after the great dance had been over, I gathered my pack members outside the Marron Fang pack house, I stood before them, the weight of our recent endeavors heavy on my shoulders, a good number of my pack had also died. The sun began its descent, casting a warm golden hue over the worn faces and tired bodies that surrounded me. I took a deep breath, drawing strength from within, as I prepared to address them. A few members of the maroon fang who we had fought alongside gathered around also to hear what I've got to say.

"Pack," I began