Chapter 59

JACKSON'S POV

The smell of blood still lingered in the air as I pushed myself forward. For a while, I stood in the center of the battlefield, breathing heavily. My chest heaved up and down as I took in the damage around me. It pained me that I had lost a lot of my men. My pack had fought greatly, but the cost had been high. Too high. And it was all my fault. I never should have been merciful to those rogues.

I thought about Vincent and how he had been one of my trusted men once. His death had been a turning point, making the tide of the battle shift in our favour but it hadn’t brought me the satisfaction I thought it would. Instead, I felt… empty. He was once my friend. That was probably the reason I felt this way.

I clenched my fists, forcing myself to push those thoughts aside. There was no time for reflection, not now. My men were still fighting, still bleeding. I needed to be strong for them.

“Alpha!” Kevin called, jogging over to me with blood smeared across his face “The rogue