Chapter 157: New Growth

Calla’s POV

Three weeks after it all happened, the forest still smelled like charred wood and smoke. The only sound underfoot was the soft crunch of ash and dead matter as we made our way through what had been, a month ago, one of the most beautiful stretches of wood on the grounds.

The usual quiet of the old trees swaying gently overhead was gone. The birds had migrated to the part of the fores