*Melian POV*
It's time. It's time to say our final goodbye to the human vessel lying on the pyre. It looks like my grandson, but I know he is no longer there. That is the shell of what used to be my handsome grandson, Waylon.
"Let me tell you a few things about this sweet man that you didn't know. Sure, everyone knew he was generous and kind. He was a fierce protector and he loved this pack with everything in him. Sometimes he would joke with his uncles, Alphas Caleb and River, about how maybe he should run the pack because he loved it so much. However, what you might not have known was that he was insecure and vulnerable. He could never understand why, at the age of 24, he still hadn't found his mate. He felt it was something wrong with him, and not that the goddess just hadn't found t
