Emily Rosewood’s Point of View.
The Hollow, nine weeks and eighteen days after the gate closed
Three days after the Gate closed, the Hollow remained in eerie silence.
Not the silence of peace, but of something coiled and waiting—like the hush before a storm dares break.
Ash still clung to the broken stones, smearing boots and claws alike. Fires had been smothered. Bodies buried. Yet grief lingered like a second skin on every survivor.
And in the heart of it all stood me, my face hollowed not by battle, but by the unbearable stillness that followed it.
I hadn’t dreamed since the day Nessa vanished.
No wolves. No whispers. No flickering white eyes in the dark.
Just the kind of silence that hurt.
The kind that made me wonder if Nessa’s light had truly been extinguished… or if it had
