Thalia POV
It is now Sunday and Damien and I are in our room, getting ready for the funeral. I am wearing a plain off-shoulder white summer dress and Damien has put on one of his Armani suites. I put on my dad’s leather jacket and some sandals and also putting on some light make up. Damien and I then head down for breakfast with some of the pack members.
The dining hall is quiet this morning. I guess everyone is thinking about the families and friends that they lost. Damien and I go and get our breakfast ourselves. After breakfast we all head out to the cemetery where the burial will take place. 50 Caskets are standing in two rows of 25 each. Xavier and Patricia are already there, going from casket to casket, paying their respects to our departed warriors.
Damien and I go
