Chapter Twenty: The Pull of Her
Isaiah's POV
The moon hung low in the sky, casting a cold, silver light over the forest clearing. The ceremony had ended, Alicia's coffin now resting in the ground. People spoke in hushed voices, the weight of the loss pressing down on the pack. I stood near the edge of the gathering, my arms crossed and my jaw tight, watching Savannah from a distance.
She held Alexander in her arms while one of her guards cradled Elara. Why the f**k we let our children be with her was beyond me but f**k if the sight was perfect. Her friends stood flanking her, always close, like they were ready to shield her from the stares and whispers that followed her every move. And she didn't seem to care. She carried herself like nothing could touch her, her chin high, her presen
