Elena’s POV
It was former Alpha Garrison’s burial.
I stood next to Jax while the ceremony went on in near silence. My eyes moved over the crowd, taking in every face. A few people wiped at tears, but most kept their expressions hard and controlled.
The sun sat high overhead, so nearly everyone wore sunglasses. Some of them probably used the dark lenses to hide swollen eyes. I caught more than one person sniffing and clutching a crumpled tissue.
The service itself was short. Speakers focused on Alpha Garrison’s years of leadership, the strength he gave the pack, and the way he had inspired so many.
When it ended, Jax and I returned to the packhouse.
The moment we stepped inside, Albus walked straight up to Jax. I had always known Albus as loud and full of energy. Today he looked compl
