Avalon's POV
The funeral was a mockery as I stood at the edge of the gathering, watching pack members grieve for a woman who...if there was any justice in the world...was still alive somewhere. I just had a feeling that the body they'd found was wrong because the scent was wrong, everything about it was wrong but no one else seemed to notice or maybe they just wanted closure more than they wanted truth.
Zane didn't come back ever since he left two days after the fire without a word to anyone. I'd heard he was hunting, chasing every lead on Valta and Elias, refusing to believe Zephyr was dead.
At least one of us had the courage to keep searching.
Osilus stood near the front, his face had no expression but I could see the cracks around his eyes, the way his hands trembled slightly when h
