Calista
I left Aerion’s office with my heart pounding in my ears, gripping the notepad tightly in my hand.
Even Lyra was notably quiet as well, shocked as I was.
How had they presumed me dead? It was a cruel joke that I was incharge of the event. I wondered if the memorial was something that happened yearly, or it was just happening for the first time.
The phone on my desk buzzed, interrupting my thoughts. A message from Aerion appeared on the screen:
Contact details for the families attached. Begin preparations ASAP
I opened the attachment, staring at the names. Anna’s family and mine. In the few weeks I had been the pack, I had not run into my family and I had no intention of it happening, but that now seemed unlikely.
I wondered who was even grieving for me. My family barely care
