Nicole’s POV
The moon was full, casting a silvery light over the solemn gathering. The entire pack stood in silence, a sea of faces reflecting grief and reverence as we gathered to pay our final respects to Nathan’s mother. Her body lay on a stack of stone, draped in pure white, the traditional attire for those who had led us in life and would now watch over us in death. White moonflowers had been woven carefully into her hair, their soft petals glowing in the moonlight. It was a sight that tugged at my heart— even though she had been nothing but mean to me ever since we met.
The priestess stepped forward, sprinkling herbs and murmuring an ancient chant that only those well-versed in the language of the old gods could understand. As her words filled the night, a haunting harmony swept t
