Jasmine’s POV
I held the small white flower between my fingers, feeling its petals against my skin.
The silence in the ruins was so thick you could hear the wind blowing through the trees.
Every single eye in the pack was locked on me. Elder Thomas was smirking slightly, thinking he had put me in my place.
I looked down at Arnold's granite tomb. I thought about my birth parents.
I thought about Willa lying in that hospital room, and I thought about Jenny's tears. Every instinct in my body told me to throw the flower in Thomas's face and walk away.
But yhen I looked at Garrett.
He stood beside me, his shoulders rigid and his face pale. He was taking all the pressure from the council to protect our son and keep this pack from falling apart.
I love him too much to let these old men u
