Hearing Jaden's whimpers, Lucia moved quickly to his side. She knelt next to him, putting a comforting hand on his chest where he wouldn't reach if his fear and pain turned to sudden anger. "I wish I could tell you everything's going to be okay, but that depends on you, Jaden. I've never had a mate, so I wouldn't know how you feel. Sorry, I'm not helping am I?"<br/><br/>Lucia moved a foot or so back from the white wolf, giving him room to breathe. "All I know is... life goes on. It's hard sometimes, but at least we can be proud that we got to know them." Her voice ended in a slightly higher note and she subsided into silence, tears in her eyes once again and a lump in her throat. Lucia tried to swallow down the tears without success. She bowed her head so the others wouldn't see.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The Claws had been driven off, but with the smell of blood thick in the air and the bodies laying lifeless in front of their cave, was it really a victory? So many pack members were lost. Anger from the battle was gone, but a sorrow filled its place. <br/><br/>James and a few of the others gathered around an unfamiliar werewolf, the one that had turned on his own alpha. They heard his story, and agreed to take him in, although Lucia wasn't sure she should trust him.<br/><br/>Still in werewolf form, Lucia walked into the cave. Something about it just didn't seem like the home it had been. She laid close to the dwindling fire. Lucia was exhausted from the battle, and still numb from the loss.</span>