Leon's POV:
I built Isabela a cenotaph.
It stood on Moonlight Cliff, just north of the Midnight Pack, where the moon rose full and clear above the ridge, spilling light freely over the rocks.
Isabela used to sit there for long stretches and say nothing at all. She once told me that moonlight on her skin felt like a gentle caress.
I had a white stone marker carved for her. I didn't put titles on it, no "beloved wife," no "mate." Just one name, Isabela Bonilla.
I had no right to define her by any role she once held beside me.
From that day on, I went there every day.
In the morning, I brought a portion of lamb chops, the way she liked them. At noon, I brought a bouquet of white bellflowers. At night, I brought a flask of hot milk.
I would set everything before the stone and sit with
