Three days later, Nora's funeral was held in the sacred grounds of the pack.
The north wind cut sharp that day, as if the entire forest had gathered to say goodbye to an old friend.
The ceremony was nearly half over when the doors to the funeral hall burst open.
Severin stood in the doorway. Freya was right behind him.
He pushed his way to the edge of the crowd, his brow furrowing hard.
"What is this? Lydia, I warned you. Stop using pack affairs for your theatrics. Your mother died. What exactly are you trying to pull with this kind of spectacle? This is the sacred ground of the Bonehowl Pack. It is not meant for your mother. Now. Get down from there. Right now."
He had stood too high above everyone for too long. He believed one display of anger was all it would take. That I would dr
