Novel & Cerita Chapter 7 All Quiet On The Western Front

Remember that. I paced the room restlessly. Minutes passed, though they felt like hours. My ears caught faint sounds. There were distant shouts, commands and boots striking the ground. Then came the first cry. It was sharp and wild. The war had begun. I ran to the window and looked out. My breath caught in my throat. Outside, the forest was alive with chaos. Wolves shifted mid-run, tearing into enemy ranks. Metal clashed. Sparks flew. The air smelled of blood and earth.

He pauses, his small face lifting, his bright eyes locking onto mine. And then, he smiles. A little wave. He sees me. “I love you, Zachy,” I whisper. He must hear me as the little smile that splits his chubby face is full of love and happiness. He turns back to his book, content. The wind tugs at me, carrying me higher, beyond the packhouse. I float over the battlefield. Bodies are strewn like fallen leaves; the scent of blood thick in the air. The fighting rages, fierce and unrelenting.

The scent of blood, clashing metal, and burning air grew closer as the sounds of battle grew clearer. I could hear men shouting orders and the groans of the wounded. The last bridge between east and west Allusia had been turned into a battlefield of wolves clashing in the night. And all I had to do to see Alec again was cross it. As I broke through the trees, the wind swept through the air, wet with coming rain or river mist. I could hear the river raging like a song beneath the sound of the battle. The battlefield was a cacophony of chaos, the clash of steel, the snarls of wolves, and the cries of battle filling the air. I surged forward, letting my powers rise and sending the shadows snarl