Owen Greystone's POV
The howls hadn’t stopped all night. Some were wolves in mourning, while others were the cries of Mrs. Frost’s endless wailing. I didn’t need to be in her house to hear her grief—it split through the pack like smoke, choking anyone who stayed too long.
Ember’s death broke her in a way I couldn’t understand.
“Just last night she was laughing in this very room, full of dreams for the ceremony… and now, before the day has even begun, she is only a memory. Tell me, how can a heart endure such a cruel turn?”
“Selene, please… don’t torment yourself. What’s done cannot be undone. We have to keep moving forward.” Mr. Frost comforted her softly, his voice a gentle anchor amidst her grief.
“A muffled cry escaped her throat. ‘I just can’t understand… Why would she leave us s
