The Battle 5.3

The battle was over. The days of tension and fear were over. Even more relieving was the fact that the victory had gone to them, the Frostholm Pack.

The people rejoiced. They were all grateful. Many of them even made their way to Amerotha Forest, a sacred place that had always been considered the center of the Frostholm Pack's mystical energy. They expressed their happiness and prayed for the unity of the pack, hoping that it would always thrive in wisdom and honor. According to ancient legend, a great power resided there. So, they often came to pray, wishing that all their wishes would come true.

Unfortunately, victory didn't come without sorrow. The Frostholm Pack was rejoicing, but they were also grieving. Many had fallen, and more than a few had sacrificed their lives to protect the pack.

"Ayla, don't move too much. Your wound is still fresh. You need to rest."

Ayla closed her eyes, feeling the truth in Scott Saunder's words-the palace doctor of the Frost