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.

It felt surreal, like a nightmare, a loop

met up with the council investigators; they were raiding my father’s house when the attack started and they quick to jump in to help. Then while

of science, put up their hands for their own suicide, half his pack gone, and for what? The other

As each forsaken shifted back after their death, we were left with

sacrifice. A sacrifice that ended in their

life support before fleeing the city, leaving behind his son in a padded room, which we learned held the cure

plans, that he had nothing to do with it or knew anything of it. That he,

like a coward leaving behind his mate, his son, and

accurate word to describe what he had done to this city, to

the Slasher pack and

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

by the car with

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

go check on him,” Kalen says, and

has gone in for surgery to try to save his leg,” Zoe whispers to

was bitten, wasn’t she?”. Zoe shakes

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

she nods toward him, where he is walking over

many are infected. Hopefully, Carter’s blood really is the cure that’s needed,” Zoe

Ava?” I

your spare house

to go home without mum. We waited. Neither of us knew what to do,

seemed to be in their element dealing with all the aftermath, and I didn’t know the first thing about dealing with the werewolf council or what

with Marcus. He rubs his hands up my

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

did our fathers

was apparently pretty drunk by the time dad finished talking

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