Cathy stared out the window. She could still hear the sobs of Bert's mother. But it was the pain in his father's eyes that haunted her most. They requested that his body be returned to them. They had their own customs and traditions. Only bear shifters are allowed at their funerals. She understood but it just felt wrong that his pack would not be able to say that final goodbye. Caleb stole worried glances at her as he drove. She had been unnaturally quiet from the previous day. He sensed that she needed a bit of space to deal with all the emotions she must be feeling. He was experiencing a mix of emotions himself. The difference was that he was used to sharing his feelings, growing up in a pack. She grew up an only child and tended to withdraw into herself. He had no idea what she was thin
