Alpha Lorenzo

As dawn approached, the first rays of sunlight breaking through the darkness, I stood on the balcony once more.

The pack house was now quiet, with the sounds of the battle replaced by the soft murmurs of those tending to the injured and preparing for the next assault.

Queen Xylie joined me, her expression contemplative. "You fought well tonight, Lorenzo," she said.

"So did you," I replied, offering her a small smile. "Without your assistance, we would not have succeeded.”

She nodded, her eyes distant. "We have just just begun. The rogue witches will not be easily defeated.”

"I know," I said, my voice firm. "But we'll be...