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They surrounded me from different angles, their eyes gleaming with hunger and malice. I ran with everything I had, praying I could outrun their attack. Suddenly, a sharp ache tugged at my lower belly, and fear spiked in my chest, but there was no way I could stop now. Behind me came a chorus of growls. A rush of hot, foul air hit my back, followed by sharp pain. Claws raked across my flesh, tearing a burning line down my spine. I hit the ground, rolling twice, just barely managing to shake the wolf off me. However, when I looked up, I froze. The exit was blocked. Both front and back were sealed with countless glowing green eyes staring at me in the dark like fireflies.

{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.

Alexis pov So the guys made a bunch of promises I will have to see if they keep them. We got home after the kid's bedtime and I head for my library to write and add more chapters to my book so I can decompress and be alone. I hear a soft knock but don't acknowledge it cause I'm deep into my chapter and I want to get this out while it is still fresh. "hey baby",I hear "hmmm",I don't look up as Steven sits down and places gifts on my desk and he looks sad. Steven was always a man of few words and he gave gifts as his way of apologizing which I find cute.

Andrius said, “Escaping from the problem won’t solve it. The more he’s afraid of it, the harder it would be for him to overcome the obstacle.” “Hmph!” Luna scoffed and ridiculed him, “Have you experienced life and death? Do you know how much suffering one must endure in this life? You made it sound easy.” Andrius did not argue with him, but he curled his lips into a bitter smile. The peace and harmony that the country now enjoyed were granted by the blood and bullets of the soldiers. The Western Frontline was where the battle was the fiercest. War broke out every day. With every passing day, multiple lives were lost. Andrius knew the weight of life and death better than anyone else.

“Noted…” Silence… everywhere silence. Only the rain could be heard. Tucos couldn’t believe that such silence could exist. It was relaxing. This place was different, then the tea house, he had back home. He looked in every direction, trying to find out what was different. The orientation was different. It looked to the north. A fox entered wearing a long coat. He had a distracted look on his face. “Look at him,” said Wolfgang. “Something is wrong with him.”

The silence after war was always the most deafening. Ember Hollow stood wounded, its bones exposed beneath the cloak of smoke and blood. Fires still smoldered along the western ridges, hissing and popping as the morning rains touched the ash. A strange quiet had settled, one that didn’t speak of peace—but of suspense. Like the breath drawn before a scream.

* Zeina * The Western Front. Moments Before the Storm. The world was fire and fang. I stood on the blood-soaked earth of the battleground, wind slicing through my fur like knives. My wolf form towered above the fallen, silver fur matted with blood, some of it theirs, more of it mine. The moon, high and indifferent, watched from behind black clouds as if even it feared what was to come. Across from me, Celine.

"Richard’s front lines are moving faster than our scouts predicted. The lower trenches have fallen." ​I didn't answer immediately. My eyes tracked the movement across the chasm. The Western army moved with terrifying precision. Their bronze armor caught the weak northern sunlight, reflecting a cold glare that illuminated the thousands of spears marching in perfect synchronization. They didn't look like men; they looked like a golden serpent slithering forward to constrict the throat of the North.

I was a grown man, but my legs still gave out slightly when the nurse came for me out of reflex. The fear I felt nearly sent me sprawling to the ground. I was afraid it would be bad news. Why did the nurse say my grandfather wanted to talk to me instead of telling me his condition first? I didn't dare ask. I was genuinely terrified. Jolene finally caught on as well. She stayed behind me, no matter how much Leon shouted at her to leave me to my own devices. It almost looked like she had finally remembered my grandfather's kindness.

*Continuing the ultra-detailed, slow-burn style. This chapter details the first contact with the Hollow Men, the horror of fighting an enemy that doesn't bleed, and the tactical nightmare of waging war in a vacuum. HELEN’S P.O.V. War usually has a sound. It is a cacophony of shouting men, cracking gunfire, and the wet thud of violence. But this war began in silence. We hit the ground in the clearing of the Old Estate—the place where the Pack House