" The King's Luna " under revision

chapter 8

The aftermath of the attack was evident. The once-beautiful palace was now in ruins, with broken walls and shattered windows.

The courtyard that was once the center of life in the palace was now a graveyard of broken weapons, shields, and armor. The fountains were dry, and the water was replaced with blood and mud.

Aurelia looked around at the aftermath of the battle. She saw several wounded warriors lying on the ground, some with severe injuries. Without hesitation, she ran over to help them.

She knelt down beside a young wolf warrior who was clutching his arm, blood dripping from a deep gash. "Let me help you," she said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder.

The warrior looked up at her, his eyes filled with pain and fear. "I...I don't know if I can make it," he whispered.

Aurelia smiled reassuringly. "You're going to be just fine. I'm here to help you." She carefully examined the wound, tearing a strip of cloth from her own dress to use as a makeshift bandage. With gentle hands, she wrapped the cloth tightly around the warrior's arm, staunching the bleeding.

As she worked, other injured warriors began to gather around her, some with broken bones, others with deep cuts and bruises. Aurelia moved from one to the other, doing what she could to ease their pain and help them. Her hands moved with skill and speed, as though she had been trained as a healer.

"You're amazing," said one warrior, looking up at her in awe.

Aurelia smiled humbly. "I just want to help. We're all in this together."

As she continued to tend to the wounded, other warriors began to arrive on the scene, bringing with them the bodies of fallen comrades. They laid them gently on the ground, forming a somber circle around them.

Aurelia looked up, her heart heavy with sorrow. "I'm so sorry," she whispered to no one in particular.

As Aurelia finished tending to the wounded warriors, the king approached her. His usual stern expression was softened with gratitude.

"Thank you, Aurelia," he said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You have done a great service to our kingdom today."

Aurelia bowed her head respectfully. "It was my honor, Your Majesty. I only did what I could to help."

The king nodded, his eyes scanning the destruction around them. "We have lost many good warriors today, but thanks to your quick actions, we have also saved many lives. Your bravery will not be forgotten."

Aurelia felt a swell of pride in her chest. She had always hoped to earn the respect and trust of the king and the other members of the pack. Now, it seemed that she had.

"I am glad to have been of service, Your Majesty," she replied, meeting his gaze steadily. "I will always be ready to serve the palace whenever I am needed."

The king nodded again, then turned to address the other warriors who had gathered around. "We have much work to do," he announced. "We must rebuild and strengthen our defenses, so that we may never again be caught off guard by our enemies."

The warriors nodded in agreement, and the group dispersed to begin the long and difficult process of repairing their home and preparing for the next threat that would inevitably come.

As Aurelia watched them go, she knew that she would stand with them, shoulder to shoulder, ready to defend their pack and their way of life. She was a part of this pack now, and she would do whatever it took to protect her new family.

Meanwhile The king turned his attention to the injured werewolves. He knelt down beside one of them, a young female with a deep wound on her arm.

"Can you hear me?" he asked softly, reaching out to touch her fur.
The werewolf whimpered, her eyes flickering open. "Your Majesty," she whispered weakly.

Sebastian smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, you're safe now. We will get you the help you need."

As he stood up to leave, a voice called out from behind him. "Your Majesty!"

He turned to see his trusted friend and Advisor, Robert, running towards him. "We found something, you need to come see it!"

Sebastian nodded, following carrius to a nearby chamber. Inside, they found a group of vampires, all unconscious and tied up with silver chains.

"They were trying to sneak out," carrius explained. "But we caught them just in time."

Sebastian narrowed his eyes, studying the vampires carefully. "Something doesn't feel right," he muttered.

"What do you mean?" robert asked, confused.

Sabastian shook his head. "I don't know. But we can't take any chances. Keep them here and guard them well."

As Robert nodded and went to give orders to the guards, sebastian continued to ponder the strange feeling in his gut. He couldn't shake the sense that this attack was just the beginning of something much bigger, and that his people were still in danger.

But for now, he had to focus on the present, and the task of rebuilding the palace and protecting his people. With a heavy heart, he began to make plans for the long road ahead.
As the dust began to settle, the king stood up, surveying the damage. He knew he had to act fast to protect his people.

As the werewolves began to move into action, the king approached his trusted advisor, a wise old wolf who had been by his side for many years.

"What do you suggest we do,Robert?" the king asked.

Robert looked at him solemnly. "We must find out how the vampires were able to breach our defenses," he said. "This was no ordinary attack. They had insider information."

The king nodded, knowing that the advisor was right. "We will launch an investigation," he said. "No stone will be left unturned until we find out who betrayed us."

Meanwhile, one of the search parties had found a survivor. It was a young werewolf, barely conscious and badly injured. The werewolves quickly brought him back to the main camp, where the king and his advisor were waiting.

"What happened to you?" the king asked, as he examined the young wolf's wounds.

The werewolf coughed, his voice barely audible. "I was on guard duty when they attacked," he said. "They came out of nowhere, and before I knew it, they had taken out everyone around me. I tried to fight back, but there were too many of them."

The king nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Rest now," he said, patting the young wolf's head. "We will avenge our fallen comrades, and we will not rest until justice is served."

As the sun began to set, Aurelia worked tirelessly to tend to the wounded warriors. Her hands moved swiftly and gracefully as she applied herbs and bandages to their wounds. The warriors watched in awe as she worked, amazed at her skill as a healer. More detailed

As she moved from one patient to another, Aurelia's focus never wavered. She assessed each wound carefully before deciding on the appropriate treatment. Some wounds were deep and required stitches, while others needed poultices to reduce swelling and promote healing. Aurelia worked with a calm efficiency that instilled confidence in those around her.

As the night wore on, more and more warriors were brought to her for treatment. Some had broken bones, while others had suffered from burns or deep cuts. Aurelia did not flinch in the face of these injuries, but rather approached each one with the same level of care and expertise.

Finally, as the sun began to rise, I finished my work for the night. The warriors who had been brought to her were all in stable condition, their wounds carefully tended to. Exhausted but satisfied, I made her way back to her quarters to rest. But I knew that there would be more work to be done in the days to come.