VERA'S POV
This was... awkward, to say the least.
Maybe I shouldn't have come. Maybe I should have faked being sick so I could get out of attending.
The day had finally arrived—the burial of alpha King Emerson Hale, Draven’s father, AKA the man without whom the lives of some of us would have been much better. But I couldn't really say that now could I? No. No one could. Because no matter what he did when he was alive, he was dead now, and it would be highly disrespectful to say things like that about him, especially at his burial. Even if they were all true.
The entire White Shadow Pack was gathered at the Hale family cemetery, a secluded part within the pack's burial grounds. This somber occasion was more than a pack event; it was a political spectacle. Alphas from all over the world,
