Chapter Twenty-Two
Emerald's Point Of View
The battlefield's echoes still clung to me long after the last blade was sheathed and the last cry silenced.
Even now, as the pack returned to the safety of our lands, I could hear it. The clash of steel, the howls of the fallen, the thundering of war drums that seemed to beat in time with my heart. Everything found a way to haunt my memories and disturb my peace as the gift stirred within me to show my deep state of restlessness.
But worse than those sounds were the shadows left behind in my visions. They had plagued me during the fight, flashes of fire and ruin whispering of a truth darker than anything the pack had yet faced. I tried to shake them away but they clung to me like frost on glass.
The pack had gathered in the clearing, their
