Sera's POV
The days after the funeral blurred together.
We buried our dead in the meadow behind the den—fifty-eight graves, each marked with a stone carved with names and dates and small symbols representing their lives. Wolves and vampires stood together as each body was laid to rest, speaking words of love and memory and hope. There was no separation between our kinds now. Grief had united us where nothing else could.
I spoke at Corbin's grave. Draven couldn't—his voice failed him, choked with sorrow he couldn't express—so I stood in his place, holding his hand, speaking for both of us.
"Corbin was Draven's first friend in this pack," I said, my voice carrying across the gathered wolves and vampires. The wind carried my words, and everyone fell silent, listening. "He found Draven whe
