Casper
The room is dressed for celebration, but it feels like a funeral.
White banners hang from the beams, woven with silver thread that catches the light. Candles flicker along the walls, creating a sense of perfection. A long table dominates the center of the hall, laid with Lilith's favorite foods; at least, the ones she used to like, before everything became complicated.
She isn't here.
Every time the doors open, my chest tightens, hope flaring painfully, only to die a second later when it's someone else stepping inside. Pack members mill about, voices low, eyes darting toward the entrance and then away again. They feel it too. The wrongness. The tension humming just beneath the surface.
Lilith should have been here first. She always was. She has never been late befor
