Lucas was still alive. The thought jarred me so hard that falling off a cliff didn't seem like a bad idea.
We had gone back to the pack, and everything had been destroyed. Whoever remained had died because of the virus. The masks we wore were our only saving grace as the air was toxic. It was too toxic for any werewolf to be in. Except for Kai.
My eyes drifted to his bloodied form, remembering who he was. A witch. A Tribrid.
"Let's get back to the mountains. There's nothing here for us. The city has been destroyed." No trace of emotion could be heard in Kai's voice as my eyes watered.
The survivors stood in front of the wreckage, still. Unmoving. This was our home. Everything we had fought for, and in two days, it had been destroyed, thoughtlessly, and cruelly. My fists clenched at my sides.
We worked so hard to be hidden. Our ancestors fought and bled to build Celeste City, yet we stood here in front of the remains like it never even existed in the first place.
