Everly POV

There are no winners in a war. Either way, somebody loses, and even the winners lose.

They lose friends, family, humanity, and themselves. We won the battle, but no one wins the war because no one walks away unscaffed after witnessing such carnage, such loss, and it always ends in grief.

Grief shows you how valuable life is but also how cruel life is. It shows you the darkness of losing someone. Then it shows you the light in appreciating others more. You realize how precious life is but also how short life can be.

You learn how torturous it can be when you lose someone you couldn’t imagine living without, but somehow you do.

Somehow, you’re still breathing even when the pain of grief is so intense you believe it will kill you and sometimes wish it would, just so you don’t have to know the pain of losing them.

Standing in this hall with hundreds of peering faces staring back at us, you could see their grief as if they wore it like armor, as if it was branded into their very being like a tattoo, screaming their anguish.

You could hear their gut wrenching screams as they realized the pain they were feeling wasn’t hurt loved ones but broken bonds, and broken families, broken.

Nothing will kill your soul more than losing a loved one.

Nothing will break you down more than realizing you will never hold them again, never hear their voices, never see them.

1 We stood on a podium while Valen called out the names of loved ones, needing them to come forward to claim their dead sons, dead mates, and dead parents, and while trying to mask my own grief, I witnessed theirs, felt theirs with each broken tether.

How Valen called out the names, it was almost as if he was desensitized to death, expressionless.

Yet, through the bond, I knew he was barely holding it together as their screams and pain rippled through him like a stone tossed in the lake, that rippling tide on repeat, and I don’t know how he bared it as he tried to keep the bond blocked, though those that sifted through I felt, felt him, felt them.

We won the battle, but we lost too. One hundred seventy-six lives were lost, Ninety-one bonds are broken, meaning a possible Ninety-one more lives to wither away until either they die slowly or their bond does.

Most of those deaths were men,  she-wolves rarely lived without their mates.

Yet seeing my father sitting vacantly ahead, I knew he wished it killed him.

cries. It felt surreal, like a nightmare, a loop of horror

finished, we made our way out and met up with the council investigators; they were raiding my father’s house when the attack started and they quick to

his own people, unbonded males that apparently volunteered in the name of science, put up their hands for their own suicide,

shifted back after their death, we were left with their true identities. He killed his

rogues. They were promised rnoney, a cure, and a pack for their sacrifice. A sacrifice that ended in their deaths. Some thought it was worth the

had apparently switched off her life support before fleeing the city, leaving behind his son in a padded room, which we learned

nothing to do

had before running away like a coward leaving behind his mate, his son, and killing Carter’s sister. I thought

had done to this

his blood samples to the Slasher pack and Valen’s pack for tontina

was a miracle. Nixon had accomplished something. He accomplished finding a cure for the incurable. He was planning on infecting the world and

by the car with the kids

of the car with the heating going as the night turned terribly cold, cold-like emptiness we all felt.I look at them, checking on them before leaning against the hood next to Zoe, when my father wanders out looking rather lost. I was about to go

him,” Kalen says, and

for surgery to try to save his leg,” Zoe whispers

was bitten, wasn’t she?”. Zoe shakes

called me before her blood tests came back clear, however, Tatum is

he is walking over to Valen, who is

He is stronger than most, but so many are infected. Hopefully, Carter’s blood really is

seen Ava?”

spare house keys,”

to stay with us the night. Dad too, was staying at our place, not wanting to go home without mum. We waited. Neither of

know

his hands up my arms. His touch was warm, making me realize how cold my skin

be in the car. It is too cold out here,”

our

was apparently pretty drunk by the time

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