As soon as Seraphine left the leaders' ward with Voren, Kael spoke up, his voice soft but steady, pure gratitude and residual grief mixed in every word.
"I'm sorry you went through all that. Those Lycans deserve everything that's coming to them."
Jasmine smiled, more grateful than pained, the expression warming her pale face and easing some of the lingering cold in her chest. She couldn't imagine the sorrow on the faces of all pack members if that Lycan had succeeded in taking Espe.
From the looks of things, they didn't even have a way of entering the Lycans' fortress, so how would they have been able to reclaim her? The thought of it left a cold dread in her chest that she quickly pushed aside.
"Honestly, I have no regrets, and I didn't mind losing my life. I only prayed for theirs, and not mine."
