Sophia’s Point of View
“Mama,” I said softly, my voice trembling.
Cheryl looked up, her red-rimmed eyes meeting mine. She didn’t say a word, just opened her arms. I rushed to her, falling to my knees and burying my face in her lap.
“I miss him so much,” I whispered, my tears soaking into the fabric of her dress. “Dad was the best father in the whole world.”
Cheryl ran her fingers through my hair, her own silent tears falling onto my head. “He was,” she murmured. “He was everything to us, Sophia. He gave his life for this pack… for us. And now he’s gone.”
Mark let out a bitter laugh, his voice cracking. “Funny how the pack mourns him so much, but when Avery died, no one cared. No tears, no grief. They were happy she was gone. It’s not fair.”
I lifted my head, glaring at him. “Don’t yo
