Bailee’s POV
Three Days Later
After everything that has happened with Arthur, a cloud hung over our family and the pack in general. We held a funeral for the warriors that had been cut down due to my ex Mate and his revolting actions. His body was unceremoniously tossed into a shallow grave outside of our territory by two low level warriors who did little more than to throw a few shovel fulls of dirt over his mangled body.
I didn’t attend, didn't even tell Travis when it was taking place, not wanting to risk traumatising my son any more than he had been by the recent events. He's been having nightmares, whimpering in his sleep as he grips on to my sleep shirt tightly, each night I hold him tightly, soothing him as I stroke his hair, silently berating my ex mate for what he did to my bab
