Killian’s POV
The road out of Howlborne was quiet.
A little too quiet.
No wolves.
No wind.
Only the sound of my boots against dead earth.
I had been walking for hours, maybe even days, I couldn’t tell anymore.
The nights bled into each other, and the moon above looked sick.
Fading.
Distant.
Like it had turned its back on me too.
Every step away from the pack felt like a wound I couldn’t close. I could still hear their cries in my head, the wounded, the weak, the ones calling out for strength I no longer had.
The Priestess’s words kept echoing in my mind.
If the bond isn’t restored, the pack will fall.
It already was.
I stopped by a stream that barely moved, the water dark as ink.
I crouched beside it, trying to wash the blood and dirt off my hands, but it only made them co
