Sarah’s POV
The weight of victory feels heavier than the loss. The fields around the packhouse, once full of life and energy, are now littered with the remains of the battle: splintered wood, scorched earth, and the ever-present smell of blood. The morning after, everything feels too quiet, like the world is holding its breath. The pack celebrates, but it's a hollow victory, and I can feel the loss in every bone of my body.
I pause at the edge of the clearing, looking out at the horizon. The sun is just rising, a dull red smear across the sky. I’ve seen countless sunrises in my life, but none of them have ever felt like this one.
The weight of my new role presses on me as leader, protector. Luna. It was a title I never asked for, yet here I am. And now, every step I take feels like I’m
