Astria POV
I couldn't look anymore. I covered my face with my hands. We are so cooked. This loss can set us back a whole lot. Alaric was good but his opponent was a straight up menace. He continued hitting Alaric repeatedly, breaking his nose further and further. You would think I would be used to so much blood by now but I wasn't. With each blow, my heart sank lower and lower. I don't know how but I was hoping for a miracle now. Maybe he would discover a strength he didn't know about if he just dug deeper. I wanted to yell at the to stop the whole fight or something but I know werewolves. We fight till we lose consciousness. At least, it isn't till the death.
