The suffering Vione now endured was beyond measure. Pain and loss struck her relentlessly, one after the other. It seemed as if God had no intention of giving her a moment to breathe. She had lost not only Usher, but also her family, those she trusted, and the pack.

Vione was drowning in an endless sea of grief. Every lost life, every face she had known was now nothing more than a memory that haunted her. They were gone, leaving behind an unbearable grief, and most painful of all was the realization that even circumstances would not allow her to give Usher a proper burial.

Her regret deepened. She asked...