Lyla
The Funeral ceremony finally ended; it was now time to bury my father.
We moved out of the hall, following the procession of mourners as we made our way to the Pack's sacred burial ground – an area reserved for all the Alphas who had served the Blue Ridge Pack.
I and Nathan walked together. I allowed him to clasp my hand in his, feeling comforted by his warmth and fighting the urge to sneak a peek at Ramsey and Cassidy who also joined the mourning procession but was behind us. Finally, we arrived at the designated area and gathered around it.
As they lowered my father to the ground, the reality of his death struck me. Watching him, lifeless – not moving, not saying a word to me, not glaring at me in his usual manner… it dawned on me that my father had truly died.
