- Aria
Funerals have a way of reminding us exactly where we stand in the world.
Today, I stood very clearly on the wrong side of it.
The Old Alpha Magnus' funeral fit for a king, packed to the gates with the kind of people who actually run the world.
A line of black cars marched up the drive like a military parade. Men were moving in tailored suits. Women draped in expensive attire, it probably had a stylist. Even the air felt heavy with money and power; it was so thick it was hard to catch a breath.
I kept my head down.
It felt like I was trespassing with every step. Every person there wasn't just looking at me—they were calculating exactly what I was worth.
This wasn't my world. It never was. I felt like a visitor who stayed too long.
I adjusted my dress for the
