Chapter 83.

The injured were being cared for, the bodies were being disposed of and those that belonged to us were being buried with their families and close ones attending. So many deaths in just a few hours, it made me sick. ’It’s war’ It's stupid ’But necessary’ How can you say that? ’It’s the natural order of things. The strong survive. Had it not been for wars, the werewolf species would've over populated long ago and that would mean the end for the human race’ Oh That made sense but it still made me sick. Emma was sitting on a bench looking out over the estate grounds. I knew I had to talk to her, and there was a lot I wanted to ask but I hadn't gotten around to think about that yet. The fight ended a few hours ago. Everyone was exhausted and in mourning. Percy was helping out with the burning of the bodies and Steph and Sam were helping with the wounded. I sat down next to Emma without saying a word. ”I’m so sorry,” she said quietly. ”Percy told you?” I asked and she nodded her head.