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LILA’S POV
The silence after battle was never peaceful.
It was heavy.
It clung to the air like smoke after a fire, suffocating, lingering in your lungs long after the flames had died. The ground beneath my feet was still cracked from the last surge of power I had unleashed, the earth split open like it had felt my pain and couldn’t hold it anymore.
I stood in the center of it all, unmoving.
Watching.
Listening.
Feeling.
The pack was alive but shaken. Wolves moved slowly, cautiously, helping the injured, whispering to each other like if they spoke too loudly, something worse might answer.
And inside me…
Something still was.
Not rage.
Not chaos.
Something darker.
Something waiting.
I pressed my hand to my chest, breathing slowly, trying to steady the storm that had not full
