{Ryanna’s POV}They said the end of the war would bring silence.But no one warned me how loud it would be.The screams had faded, the fires smothered, the clash of bodies and snapping bones replaced by the soft, unbroken hush of snow beneath boots and paws.Speaking of the snow, it fell at the end of the war. And everyone watched the flakes drop from the heavens like they had been waiting for a victor to emerge.Despite all that, I could still hear everything. The silence due to the mourning, the silence from the lack of battle…Everyone had enough time to mourn, if only for a moment.The snow no longer bent with the weight of bodies. The snow was no longer slick with blood.But the memory of it all never left us. And I had a feeling it would never do so. Just like I told Nyra, we would only learn to accept it and move on.We returned to the heart of the Snow Pack a few days after Aurelius’s fall. Not the battlefield, not the outskirts, but the old village. The parts untouched by wa
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