LILA’S POV
The morning after the battle came too quietly.
Sunlight filtered through the tall pine trees surrounding the pack grounds, soft and golden, as if nothing terrible had happened during the night. Birds chirped somewhere above, and a cool breeze brushed across my skin.
It felt wrong.
Because the ground beneath my feet still held the scars of war.
Claw marks tore through the dirt. Blood had soaked into the earth in dark patches. Broken branches and splintered trunks stood like silent witnesses to the chaos that had erupted here only hours ago.
And deep inside my chest, something still burned.
The witch.
Her presence hadn’t left me.
Even now, hours later, I could still feel the echo of her power wrapping around the strange energy inside my veins.
I hated it.
I hated that p
