Felicia’s attempt at strength was fragile, the kind only a grieving seven year old could muster, yet it showed she was already reaching for healing long before she could fully understand what healing meant. Mick smiled with pride and tears in his eyes and said, “Can your Aunt Joy and I walk on either side of you? We are their family too. So, let’s do this together. We can all be strong. Family leans on family.” Felicia nodded firmly.
Ben and Lissa smiled warmly. Ben said, even though we are the Alpha and Luna of the pack. We will walk behind the coffins. Warriors will carry your parents into the pack house for the evening. “Go ahead and take them to the waiting room. They’ll stay there until the ceremony’s ready.” Again, Felicia nodded. “Can I help with the ceremony?” Joy nodded, and Fel
