Raven
The process of handling my father’s affairs felt so… clinical. After hours of signing papers and talking to coroners and a whole blur of other preparations, I finally stepped out of the hospital, feeling sick to my stomach.
But I also felt strangely numb.
Numb because I had the chance to heal my father, and I didn’t. Because I had been too caught up in myself to do it in time.
Selfish as always. Apparently that was the one thing about me that hadn’t changed over the past few months.
We hailed a cab, as I was too weak to make the trip back to the Lycan kingdom tonight. And besides, it was getting late and there was still much to do to deal with my father’s death.
My father had told me many times throughout his life that he just wanted to be cremated—no funeral.
