Chapter 135 Terrible War

• Raid’s POV
• Two weeks had passed since Esme died, but the house still felt like a grave, and sometimes I wondered if time had stopped the moment her heart did because nothing had felt normal since then, not the air, not the silence, not even the man who used to lead us.
• I knocked on Cole’s door once, but I did not wait for an answer because I already knew there would be none, and I pushed it open and stepped inside.