Chapter 95 The War’s End

　　Third Person POV 　　The silence didn’t feel like victory. 　　It felt like loss. 　　Like the world itself had forgotten how to breathe. 　　Smoke drifted across the ruined fields of Eldoria. Stone pillars, once symbols of ancient might, lay broken in jagged pieces. Blood—red, silver, black—soaked the earth. And scattered among the debris were the bodies of wolves, some breathing, some not, the aftermath of a war no one had wanted but everyone had fought. 　　At the center of it all, Raymond didn’t move. 　　He sat with Caitlyn’s body cradled in his lap, arms wrapped around her shoulders, cheek pressed to her temple like if he just held on tightly enough, she’d come back. 　　His eyes were dry now. 　　He had cried all he could. 　　Now there was just… silence. 　　Kane stood a few feet away, staring at them. His fists were clenched so tightly his nails had drawn blood. His eyes were wide, too wide, as if trying to make sense of something that refused to be made sense of. 　　She had done it. 　　She had s