Chapter 118:

Moonhaven is quiet.

Not the kind of peaceful quiet that settles after a long day, but the heavy, suffocating quiet of absence.

Of loss.

I step through the gates to the pack my boots crunching against the gravel. The pack is intact, the buildings standing strong, but there's a hollowness to the place.

A pack without its Alpha.

A kingdom without its heir.

It's strange that I once considered this place home. It's strange I grew up here, twenty one years.

It doesn't feel anything like it. No, not really. It feels cold...empty, even though nothing changed except the death of Rowan and Theo and the enforcers that went along to war.

It's a ghost of a place.

I'm looking around and I'm picturing Theo leaning on the walls, arms either folded or tucked into his pockets.

Just observing.

We pass by the garden and I'm picturing him laying on his back, arms around his head, eyes closed... just...lost outside of reality.