Chapter Twenty-Six: Nora

The Cashel pack, along with the Solas and Sliabh packs, had beaten down the first of the horde of frenzied demons that attacked.

They had killed every one of the demons, not allowing even one to live. Not allowing even one to turn and flee.

If even one demon survived, Nora knew they would have failed.

All was quiet now, but she knew there were still more on the way.

She had a feeling that the next lot would be worse. The first of the horde had been small, easily killed. The next would be larger. The ugly ones.

The ones who fought with magic. The ones who could become monsters.

But that was a problem for later.

She headed back to the communal meeting room where Declan and Ryan’s lieutenants waited for her instructions.

Nora marched in, bundling up the towel she had used to wipe the sweat and blood off her face and stuffing it in her apron pocket.

“Well. What are the reports?” She asked, inwardly wincing at her sharp tone.