Lyra
The gravel crunched beneath my heels as I walked, arriving at the graveyard. Liam walked beside me; he was silent but held my hand as we walked. Behind us, Caine moved quietly, even though it wasn't entirely necessary; he had offered to pay some last respects.
The crowd was dressed in black.
The wind carried the scent of damp earth and flowers, the sweetness of lilies mingling with grief.
At the front, the pack priestess stood in a long black robe, her hands clasped over her chest. Her voice was low and melodic, carrying earthly reverence as she recited the burial vows.
“Today we lay Elizabeth to rest,” she began. “She walked among us, flawed yet enduring. Though life was cruel, she bore her burdens with strength, protecting those in her care. We honor her today, even as she join
