Alpha’s Regret-My Luna Has A Son

Chapter 116

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.

surreal, like a nightmare, a loop of horror that we

the council investigators; they were raiding my father’s house when the attack started and they quick to jump in to

turned out to be his own people, unbonded males that apparently volunteered in the name of science, put up their hands for their own suicide, half his pack gone, and for what? The other

were left abandoned. As each forsaken shifted back after their death, we were left with their true identities. He

and a pack for their sacrifice. A sacrifice that ended in their deaths. Some thought it

his

us that Carter was shocked by his father’s plans, that he had nothing to do with it or knew anything of it. That he, too, was a victim of his

his money and took every cent the pack had before running away like a coward leaving behind his mate, his son, and killing Carter’s sister. I thought I knew evil, but ‘Nixon proved he

done to this city, to his own people and his

Slasher pack and Valen’s

He accomplished finding a cure for the incurable. He was planning on infecting the world and

by the car with the

arm, and he looks over at me. I nod toward Zoe, and he gives a swift nod before I make my way over to them. Valarian and the girls were sitting in the back 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 to him

check on him,” Kalen says, and I nod,

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

bitten, wasn’t she?”. Zoe shakes her

clear, however, Tatum is riddled with venom, and they

is walking over to Valen, who is still talking to the

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

you seen Ava?” I

gave her your spare house

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

dealing with all the aftermath, and I didn’t know the first thing about dealing with the werewolf council or what we

eventually leaves, Valen comes over with Marcus. He rubs 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

did our fathers

mine.Yours was apparently pretty drunk

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