KAIA'S POV
The next morning was cold and gray. Even though it wasn't exactly raining, the sky above Moonveil looked like it shared the sadness we were all carrying in our hearts.
We gathered in the pack cemetery, all in black clothes. Everyone was quiet. No one dared to speak, not because there wasn’t anything to say—because there was. As a matter of fact, I’m willing to bet that every single person standing in this cemetery right now had more questions in their heads than the number of leaves on the trees around us. Everyone had more than enough to say, but the problem was, no one knew where or how to start. Not with the current situation on the ground.
In the middle lay Penny’s coffin. It was simple, made of wood with a glass cover. Her body—or what was left of it anyway—lay there, co
