Killian’s POV
Howlborne didn’t look like home anymore.
The walls still stood, the banners still hung, but the heart of the city was gone.
You could smell it in the air , burnt fur, ash, iron.
Every breath carried a memory I didn’t want.
The pack had gone quiet. Too quiet. Wolves who once howled for the Moon now walked with their heads down, eyes hollow.
I’d left to find Zylia, and when I came back, it felt like I’d returned to the ruins of my own choices.
I walked through the great hall, the torches burning low, casting long shadows.
The mark on my arm pulsed faintly, glowing like something alive.
Every beat whispered her name.
Zylia.
My chest tightened. I thought finding her would bring peace. Instead, all I’d found was the reminder of what I’d done , what I’d destroyed.
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