#Chapter 90 The Calm After the Storm

~Grace~ Was I too late? I rushed through the forest, the branches of the trees whipping through my hair and leaving marks on my face. I could hear commotion in front of me, but I wasn’t near the fight. Not yet. Was Alex okay? Was the clan okay? I could hear a sea of yelling and bangs. A sour smell filled the air. Then, as I burst through some bushes, I saw it. The edge of the fighting. Humans with guns bearing down on the Lycans–some shifted–clawing through the crowd. There were bodies of Lycans on the ground, blood spilling out of wounds, but the same was for the humans. I was frozen. Oh, god… My eyes swept the scene. I had never seen a battlefield before, and I was overwhelmed by fear and shock at the brutality. The death. I don’t even think I was breathing. I couldn’t even tremble. Where was Alex? Frantically, I searched the bodies on the ground. None looked like Alex. M