I tore my gaze from her pleading one needing to think straight. Peering at the scene around me, I caught sight of a small gray wolf lying on the ground. His eyes stared back at me unseeing. Even with all the death and destruction encompassing me this one little wolf seemed to strike a cord. His death was impacting me in a way I couldn't explain. There had been so many lives lost already and killing Phillips now wouldn't change that. It would only hurt Izzy more. I couldn't do that to her, not ever.

Releasing my grip on Phillips, I backed away cursing myself as I did so. I wanted to kill him more than I have ever wanted to kill anyone before. This man had tried to take my pack from me, needlessly killed my men and yet here I was letting him go.

Phillips got to his feet and for a moment looked as if he was going to attack, but he didn't. Instead, he shifted. His eyes were lingering on his daughter before letting out a deep sigh and shaking his head. I shifted realizing the fighting around us had ceased. Those who were able began attending to the dead and injured. Soft sobs could be heard coming from all directions, friends and family mourning those who had perished. I had been too absorbed in the destruction around me I hadn't realized Phillips was now standing only a few feet away, his eyes black.

"Blackwell," he snarled. "Nothing would give me more pleasure than ending your miserable existence." He paused glancing back at Izzy. "This is far from over," he spat shoving past me.

"Logan," Asher said jogging up to me a pair of shorts in his hands. I quickly tossed them on. "You okay man?" He asked putting a hand on my shoulder. I looked down at my injured arm and then up at Izzy.

"Yeah, fine," I replied curtly. "Where's Griffin?" Asher's focus went to my arm.

"We should get that checked out. It looks pretty bad." He was trying to distract me.

"Asher, where is he?" Panic welling up inside me. I had been so distracted by Phillips and Izzy that I hadn't seen. I didn't know.

"Logan, relax. He's alive but in pretty bad shape. Havers is already working on him," Asher tried to reassure me, but his words didn't reassure me only worried me more. In a time like this with so many injured Doc Havers would only pick the direst people to work on, which meant Griffin was in more than pretty bad shape.

"How many....?" I asked not needing or even being able to finish the question. Asher let out a defeated sigh looking ten years old than he was.

"I don't know. First accounts," he hesitated."twenty-two maybe. It is hard to tell honestly." I only nodded. Twenty-two of my pack members, people I was supposed to protect, gone. I tried to swallow what tasted like bile in my mouth but it I couldn't. The knot that had formed in my throat made it impossible. I began walking towards the field where most of the fighting had taken place only to be knocked back a step by the overpowering stench of blood. The once green grass covering the ground was nearly unrecognizable, covered in varying shades of red and brown. This scene that lay before me was the exact definition of a bloodbath. I couldn't control the lurch in my stomach as its contents spilled from me.

Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I made my way through the carnage, looking for anyone in need of help. I noticed the number of people helping, and then it hit me it wasn't just Silent River members but both packs tending to the injured. And the thing that got to me the most, that caused tears to sting my eyes was that they weren't only helping their own. They were helping each other.

This fight hadn't been something either of them wanted. No this had been our doing, Phillips and I. We had forced our people the ones we were sworn to watch over to fight. For what? Because we were childish, egotistical alphas who refused to listen, refused to compromise. I felt another wave of nausea wash over me but not from the bloodshed. No, this was something entirely different. It was from the disgust I felt for myself. I had done this. I had let this happen, wanted this fight to happen. And now, now people were dead, injured, and suffering the same loss I had been.

A hand gripped my bicep. Turning, I saw Izzy standing there in an oversize t-shirt. Her face mirroring the sadness I felt inside. I want to say something to comfort her, to hold her, but I didn't. I couldn't. I didn't deserve this woman or the comfort she offered.

"Logan, I just..." she tapered off. "I'm sorry." I wasn't sure what she was apologizing for there was so much to be sorry for, so much that I was sorry for.

"Me too." I turned from her and walked toward my pack no longer able to face the reality of my choices.

Reaching the medical building, I watched as people hurriedly tried to care for the injured. Blood belonging to the ones they loved covered their clothes, hands, and even their faces. I didn't stop at the medical building, though. I continued walking to my one place of solace, the clearing. I walked down the familiar path sitting on the weather-beaten bench at the end of it.

Sitting there I watched as my damaged limb began to repair itself, muscle and skin slowly fusing together, closing the open wound. The bone beneath, unable to heal. But this was me wasn't it? Broken, fractured into a million pieces on the inside, covered by this solid exterior. All of it was hiding the damage beneath, the broken man that could never fully heal. It was how I had been for the last three years, the way I would probably always be.

~~~~~Author's Note~~~~~

So it would seem the war has come to an end at least for the time being and now they are all left to pick up the pieces.

Do you think Logan made the right choice letting Phillips live?

What will become of Logan and Izzy?

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