Ava's POV
Days passed, and I found myself stuck in a never-ending cycle of grief. My mother was gone, and I couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that had settled in my chest. It felt like a part of me was gone, and I didn't want to believe her death was natural as Alpha Luke had claimed. But as I thought about it, it still felt like everything was a bad dream—a nightmare I was intensely praying to wake up from. But I knew wishes weren't horses, therefore, someone like me definitely wouldn't ride.
My eyes were heavy with sleep bags, as I hadn't sleep a wink since the death of my mother. I refused to eat, despite Dylan ordering the maids to prepare an array of dishes for me. I just couldn't bring myself to care about food when my mother was no longer with me.
Marietta had also tried to
