The victory over Vira felt completely hollow and empty. Yes, we had won the battle, but somehow the war felt farther away from being over than it ever had before. The truth was hard to accept but impossible to ignore.
Thorne had escaped once again, slipping away like smoke through our fingers. Vira was sealed and destroyed, gone forever. The corrupted wolves who survived the battle woke up confused and disoriented, with no memory of what they had done while under the corruption's control.
Many of them cried when they realized what had happened. Some ran away immediately, unable to face what they had become or the things they had done. Others stayed, seeking forgiveness and help. We helped everyone we could, healing their wounds both physical and emotional. We talked with them and showed them love and acceptance, trying to ease their pain and guilt.
