Elena’s POV
Alpha Garrison’s wake was underway, and I kept myself busy helping wherever I could. The entire pack carried the weight of their grief, and I felt it with them.
A few people urged me to sit down and let them handle the rest, but I couldn’t. Staying still felt wrong.
I was arranging a fresh batch of flowers when a familiar face caught my eye.
Aunt Caroline?
She stood several meters away. I narrowed my eyes, trying to be sure, but pack members kept crossing between us and blocking my view.
The woman who looked so much like my aunt remained still, and though I told myself not to jump to conclusions, she seemed to be watching me too.
I needed to know if it was really her or just my mind playing tricks. I started walking toward her.
The second I moved, she turned and walked
