(Aria)
I sit beside Grace in the common room of the mountain house. She hasn't stopped crying since we got the news about Finn. Her whole body shakes with grief that I can feel through the pack bond.
"He was supposed to come get us," Grace says between sobs. "When the war was over. He promised he would come get us."
I hold her hand and don't say anything. What words make this better? What comfort exists for a mother who lost her son?
"Vincent is there alone," Grace continues. "At the funeral. I should be there. I should be with my mate. With my son."
"Vincent knows you wanted to be there. He knows you're where Finn would want you to be. Safe."
"Safe." Grace laughs but it's not a happy sound. "What does safe matter when my boy is dead?"
I don't have an answer for that. So I just sit
