to the third power

The major wounds she'd sustained consisted of some seriously deep bruising and a gash just above her nose. It had finally stopped bleeding just as she answered Poem's call. Things had just cleared up at the infirmary and she'd seen the Wintefell wolves off to the border's edge. She'd seen how little control Acere had over his own pack. Bellamy striking out of her own against Desolate proved that. Despicable. Although certain moments of the raid were etched into her mind - her own defeat was certainly at the forefront - she couldn't help but be proud of the others who had pulled through for her. Theory was glad to answer Poem's call. When she finally came upon her, the young alpha couldn't stop herself from beaming. "We really did it, yeah?"