Third Person POV

The silence didn’t feel like victory.

It felt like loss.

Like the world itself had forgotten how to breathe.

Smoke drifted across the ruined fields of Eldoria. Stone pillars, once symbols of ancient might, lay broken in jagged pieces. Blood—red, silver, black—soaked the earth. And scattered among the debris were the bodies of wolves, some breathing, some not, the aftermath of a war no one had wanted but everyone had fought.

At the center of it all, Raymond didn’t move.

He sat with Caitlyn’s body cradled in his lap, arms wrapped around her shoulders, cheek pressed to her temple like if he just held on tightly enough,...