Elara'S POV
Ten funeral pyres burned bright with green and orange magical flame. The vibrant colors shone against the darkening sky as dusk settled over us. Ten. That’s how many we lost. Two vampires from Nox Coven Cartel, three of the White River Wolves, one bear from the Tri-Cities Conglomerate, and four of our own, including Samuel.
I let my tears fall freely as I stood between Lysander and a red-eyed Mrs. Holt. The bear we’d lost had been Husk, Morpheus’s second-in-command. The big bear chief had his arm wrapped around Mrs. Holt’s shoulders, a grim expression on his face—mirrored on most of those around us. My own mates—I kept calling them that in my head—included.
In silence, we paid homage to those whose souls had journeyed to the Underworld, or the afterlife, or wherever they we
