Killian’s POV
The night wouldn’t end.
The moon hung low and weak above Howlborne, its light struggling to reach the dying grass.
The air was heavy, the kind that pressed against your chest and made it hard to breathe.
The forest was too quiet. No howls, no whispers, no signs of life.
I stood on the ridge, looking down at what was left of my pack.
Wolves huddled near the fires, trying to stay warm.
They used to be strong, proud. Now they looked like ghosts. Their eyes had lost that wild spark , the one that once made Howlborne feared across every land.
The bond that tied us all together had grown thin. Faint. I could still feel it, but it was weak… dying, just like them.
“You should stop torturing yourself, Killian.”
Her voice broke through the silence. Lilith.
I didn’t turn. “I
