The Traitor Within

Kaia's POV

The sickening scent of iron blood and ash still hangs heavy in the night air, clinging to my clothes and burning the back of my throat. Even with the battlefield cleared of corpses, and the rogue bodies burned to ash by the pack warriors, the chaotic memory of the massive attack claws at my skin. I sit sulking on a stone bench in the silent courtyard, staring at the dark stains paintin