Waverly stared down at Christopher’s motionless body. It was over—all of it. She turned to Sawyer, who was now in human form, and was standing over Christopher. He was breathing heavily and held his chest wound with his hand, but with his other free hand, closed Christopher’s eyes and whispered: “Until we meet again.”
He then backed away from the body and turned to his pack, who were watching the moment unfold. “Alright. Everyone who is able, let’s get the injured inside to entry and cared for. Then, we can go from there.”
The pack all bowed their heads at the same time and began helping one another up, one at a time, carrying any wounded individuals indoors. Waverly put her arm underneath Sawyer’s and used her body to support his weight, aiding him in walking back to the house. Once inside, she set him down on a chair and grabbed the first aid kit out of the living room before beginning to address his wound.