Kelvin’s POV
I stood at the balcony of the Alpha’s bedroom, staring out at a sky that looked bruised and haunted. The air didn’t smell like the forest anymore; it smelled like copper and wet ash. Below, the Uvia pack lands—once a symbol of my strength—were a graveyard.
I looked back over my shoulder and saw Samantha. She was lying on the bed, her chest rising and falling in a rhythmic snore as if the world wasn't ending.
It was maddening. How could she sleep while the screams of the dying still echoed in the wind? Hundreds of children were dead in the very "safe rooms" we had built for them. Mothers had been slaughtered, leaving behind a pack of ghosts.
To her, none of it seemed to matter as long as she was still the Luna.
I turned back to the dark horizon, waiting. I was waiting for
