RYKER'S POV
I watched as my best friend was lowered to the ground by the men. Everyone present was filled with sorrow, each person lost in memories of the good deeds Kelvin had done for the pack. Even when the rain began to fall, no one moved to take cover, they stood under it, paying their final respects.
Ophelia wrapped her arms around mine and rested her head on my shoulder, her eyes fixed on the grave. Her body shook in tears and I pulled her closer, guiding her head to my chest, silently encouraging her to let it all out.
After the burial, I gave the order for his grave to be beautifully adorned. He deserved to rest in a place worthy of his legacy. I remembered Collins’s end and smirked, I had made sure his body was tossed into the Shadow Wilderness, left as nothing more than a car
