Pain.
That was all Livia could feel as she stood in the open field of the Blood Moon Pack, staring at the countless bodies laid across the ground.
She didn't know any of them personally, yet the grief stabbed deeply into her chest. Her heart ached for the families left behind — especially the brave warriors who fought in a battle that erupted on what should have been a day of celebration for the Lunar Game.
Now, with dawn breaking over the horizon, the first light of a new day touched not living faces but cold, lifeless ones.
Livia remained rooted in place, unable to feel the burning heat of the sun against her skin; her entire body felt numb as she looked at the tragedy before her.
Her hands were tightly clenched. Her jaw trembled with restrained emotion.
She wanted to look away — wanted to cover her ears so she wouldn't hear the cries of mourning families. But she couldn't.
