_Killian’s POV_
The day after the funeral, the pack was quiet—too quiet. The usual hum of life was absent, replaced by a heavy, suffocating silence. I couldn’t stop thinking about Mira, how lost she had looked as she stood near her mother’s grave. Her eyes had been void of their usual fire, replaced with an emptiness that made my chest ache.
I knew she was hurting. She had just lost her mother, someone who had been her anchor. And on top of that, Sophia’s confession at the funeral had only reopened old wounds. I wanted to help her, to be there for her, but I wasn’t sure if I even had the right anymore.
Still, I couldn’t just stand by and do nothing. I needed to try.
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I found Mira at her mother’s gravesite, just as I had expected. She was sitting on the grass, her knees pulled to he
