The celebration lasted three days.
Alex stood at the edge of the camp, watching his people dance and laugh around the massive bonfire. For the first time in months, there was joy. There was hope. There was peace.
But Alex couldn't join them.
The darkness was still there, lurking beneath the surface. The hunger was still calling. And the memory of Seraphina's death weighed heavily on his mind.
He had killed her. Killed her with his bare hands. And the power that had flowed through him in that moment had been intoxicating. Terrifying.
He was becoming something else. Something darker. Something he wasn't sure he could control.
Sebastian appeared beside him. "You should be celebrating. We won."
Alex shook his head. "The war isn't over."
"Of course it is. The Ancients are defeated. Thei
