_Mira's POV_
The next day arrived far too quickly, bringing with it the funeral. The morning felt cold, even though the sun was shining weakly through the clouds. The air was heavy with sorrow, and every breath I took seemed to weigh me down further.
The pack had gathered near the small clearing where the funeral was being held. Alpha Roger had made all the arrangements, ensuring everything was perfect for Mom’s farewell. Despite his efforts, nothing could lessen the pain in my chest or the lump in my throat.
My father sat near the coffin, a lone chair pulled up beside it. He didn’t move, didn’t speak. He just stared at her still face, his eyes hollow and rimmed with red. The once-strong man I had always looked up to now looked broken beyond repair.
I sat in the farthest corner, trying
