Kora’s POV
The forest was eerily quiet after the battle. The adrenaline rush had faded, leaving only the haunting sounds of the wind and the occasional snap of a branch underfoot. I was still trying to steady my breath, the weight of the fight pressing down on me. My body ached, my muscles sore from the exertion, but the relief of victory was starting to settle in, even as the reality of what we’d just done sank deeper.
I wiped the blood from my blade, the metallic scent still lingering in the air. We had won, but at what cost? The rogue wolves we’d fought weren’t just faceless enemies—they were once a part of this world, part of a broken system that had torn everything apart. I could feel the guilt creeping in, but I forced it back. This was war. Survival was the only thing that mattere
