As the dust settled on the battlefield, Seraphina and her pack found themselves battered and bruised, but still standing. They had emerged victorious, but the cost had been high. Many of their pack members lay wounded on the ground, their faces twisted in pain.

"We need to tend to the wounded," Thalia said, her voice filled with concern as she rushed to help those in need.

Seraphina nodded, her heart heavy with sorrow. "Get everyone back to the compound. We'll do everything we can to heal their wounds."

With a collective effort, they began to gather up the wounded, carrying them back to the safety of the pack's compound. The...