Asher's POV
I solemnly stood and watched George's family as they placed flowers on his grave. His mate was the last to leave after his sisters left. She had chosen to bury him that evening, the day he died. It seemed he had no other family. His parents had died when he was young, so he had volunteered himself to the alpha's guards.
She stepped away from the grave with tears in her eyes and sadness filled my chest. She had lost her mate. I did not have my mate too, but it was different because she was alive. George was dead, gone forever. He would never be coming back. That was definitely different from my situation.
She looked at the grave one last time and walked towards me. She bowed and was about to walk past me when I stopped her by holding her hands. She paused and looked up at me.
