Grace's POV.
"I want to give her a proper burial - a pack burial. She deserves one. She should have been a part of this pack since birth..."
I pulled away from Rhyder enough to look him in the eye.
"I can't turn back the clock. I can't give her that. But I can do this for her."
Rhyder looked at me for a long moment, his eyes searching mine. I wasn't sure what exactly he was looking for... but he eventually found whatever it was.
He took my face between his hands. His face was streaked in blood - some of it his, some of it Meghan's - and the gash that she had given him still gaped and gushed. It would heal... eventually.
"If that's what you want, Grace."
I nodded my head and he pulled me close, kissing my forehead and then, brushing my hair behind my ears.
He turned toward Jackson.
