Ethan
The funeral pyre was planned for dusk, and the weight of it had been pressing on me all day. Dylan’s absence was like a void in the pack, a gaping wound that couldn’t be ignored. Everywhere I turned, his loss was palpable - in the somber faces of his brothers, in Grace’s hollow eyes, in the quiet that hung over the pack like a shroud. I hadn’t told Rose yet, and the thought gnawed at me. She deserved to know, but I couldn’t shake the dread of seeing her face when I told her.
I had been trying to find her all day, but my attempts to link her were met with a block. Rose was still adjusting to the overwhelming reality of being both a mother and a hybrid, and I couldn’t blame her for needing space. But now, with the funeral looming, I couldn’t wait any longer.
Finally, I found her in
