Chapter 220

Sienna’s POV

The next day.

Morning hurts. That’s the first thing I think when I step outside. Not my head. Not my body. My heart. The air feels heavier than it should, like it’s pressing down on everything that’s still breathing.

After everything that happened yesterday, I feel more tired and overwhelmed.

The pack doesn’t wake the way it used to. There’s no laughter drifting from the kitchens. No teasing from the guards. Even the birds sound wrong, like they’re unsure if they’re allowed to sing.

I walk slowly, because everywhere I look there is damage. Scorched earth near the border. Trees split open on the ground . Blood stains that didn’t fully wash away during the night. I keep my hands clenched at my sides, my nails digging into my palms, because if I let myself reach out, I migh