Chapter 89

{Ryanna’s POV}

White linen blanketed the field like a second snowfall.

Some bodies were whole. Others had been gathered together with whatever dignity trembling hands could manage. All of them were still. Quiet. Blood soaked through the cloth in too many places to count.

At some point, the white cloth was an equal part red as it was white.

I didn’t cry.

There were no tears left in me.

Not after the number of cubs I counted amongst the dead. Especially one whose linen the wind blew aside when I passed. The boy’s face was frozen in something that looked too much like confusion to be fear.

I tore my eyes away, covering the cloth again.

His face would forever be burned into my mind… “Or would it?” I wondered.

I could already see myself losing touch with my ability to feel after seeing so much death.

I wondered about the cubs that had to grow up in such environments. The parents who lost their sons and daughters… the children who lost their mothers and fathers. Their siblings. All for a w