LYANNA'S POV
The evening wasn't good. There was nothing good about it at all. It was cold, gloomy, and quiet. And I'm not just talking about the cold air. This had nothing to do with nature at all. Well, maybe a little, since it had to do with death.
We were currently having a mass burial service for the members of Xander's pack who died in the war. Those who lost their lives fighting and defending what they believed in. Goddess rest their brave and loyal souls. They're in a much better place now. I know they're watching us and they must be very proud wherever they are. Proud of their alpha and their fellow pack members for prevailing in the war and restoring order in the pack.
My only regret is that I missed my aim earlier when I'd launched that rock at Jeremy. The things I would give
