Carina POV
“That was a beautiful memorial,” I sniff, wiping my tears as Mason and I walk to our bedroom. “Wilma did an excellent job.”
“Yes, it was,” he sighs heavily, sitting on the bed. “But I don’t think the sight of sorrow will ever leave my mind. For goddess’s sake, they were so devastated, they didn’t even notice you were back.”
“Tonight wasn’t about me,” I look at him with concern. The memorial was hard on everyone, but Mason’s guilt is weighing heavily on him. “Those parents survived the unbearable – burying a child. They’re fighting to get out of bed, they don’t care about the rest of the world.”
“I’m proud of you,” I sit beside him and take his hand. “You proved to the pack you care, and they respect you for it.”
“You have to say that,” he smiles wryly, placing his arm aroun
