Chapter 185. She Was Alive

Xerina’s POV

The dawn was slow to rise, its light hesitant as if unsure it wanted to touch the ground that had witnessed so much blood and sorrow. The battlefield was a graveyard of fallen warriors, a place where the echoes of the night’s violence still lingered, haunting the quiet morning air. The pack moved like shadows among the wreckage, tending to their wounded, gathering their dead. Their faces were hollow, their eyes filled with the grim reality that this war was far from over.

Rasmus stood apart from them, his shoulders tense, his expression locked in a storm of grief and fury. He hadn’t moved from Zane’s body, his brother’s face still etched in his mind. Though he had vowed vengeance against Valeria, I knew that guilt was eating away at him, threatening to unravel everything we’d fought so hard to hold together.

I wanted to reach out to him, to offer the comfort of my touch, the warmth of my embrace. But as a spirit, all I could do was linger beside