Cara's POV
The memorial bonfire was at the center of the pack grounds, ten feet tall with woods that burned and smoke that ascended to the sky, which was Blue Moon tradition.
There were eight bodies wrapped in clean white clothes.
I stood near the back of the gathering, far enough that I could observe without being too close, but still close enough to see the faces of the grieving families at the front rows.
The mothers of some of the deceased were sobbing, holding their children who probably couldn't understand why their fathers weren't coming home and mates stood there silently, grief evident on their faces.
My chest felt tight, like someone had pierced a knife through my chest and was now pushing the knife deeper.
"You good?" Mia whispered softly in my mind, even though she knew
