Chapter 328

• We couldn’t linger among the ashes and bones of what had once been a home, waiting for another attack from the Fae or rogues. Nothing remained intact. The house was a desolate ruin—every piece charred, broken, beyond repair.
• The weight of those ruins pressed down on me, heavier than the rubble itself. The memories tied to that place had been obliterated, and so, too, had any hope of salvaging what it once meant. I felt the enormity of my actions as sharply as the loss itself. This house, once belonging to a pack member, was no longer a refuge. When this war ended, they would have no home to return to—a reality I had also imposed upon my friends: Chiara, Carlo, and Enrico.
• With a force like a living plague, my magic had irrevocably changed them.