VALERIA ROMERO’S POINT OF VIEW
“What we have once enjoyed and deeply loved we can never lose, for all that we love deeply becomes a part of us.”--- Helen Keller.
The royal pack stood in front of dad’s grave, all clad in black and paying respect to their deceased king. My heart felt torn and deep down I was bleeding a river. I was sandwiched between Logan and Zayne as I gazed at the loveliest man I knew.
He laid like a log with his eyes shut. How I wished I could hear his heart beat and hear his breathing. I wished he would get up from the coffin and ask what sort of sick joke this was. I hoped father would walk over to me and embrace me in a hug, while promising he would never leave my side.
The depressing part was that it would never happen. I lived in a world of magic and wonder, but
