Everett's POV

The fight ended soon enough and the whole fighters from the Paz pack were either lying injured or lifeless on the ground. I believed in myself and the strength of my warriors. We weren't called the Crescent moon for nothing. I knew we would emerge victorious because we deserved it.

I looked back at the remaining warriors from my pack and an air of relief washed over me when I was certain everyone was okay and alive. Yes, with scratches and little cuts here and there but that was all there was to it…. Little cuts and scratches were all the Paz pack had on us.

I looked...