Astor’s Pov
I stood at the edge of the freshly dug grave, watching the soil settle over the casket. This was it. My father. My hero. Gone.
The whole ceremony was been a blur of lowered heads and whispered condolences and pitiful eyes. I had to look strong for the pack. I had to stand tall as the Alpha, but inside, I was just a son grieving and a mate heartbroken .
I turned towards my mother, a woman who was never frail, she was fierce and a pillar of strength, always a perfect luna beside my father. But now, she looked like a broken doll, her spine was bent her eyes were red and watery staring at a spot where the my father was laid.
I walked toward her, my hand reaching out. I just wanted to hold her, to share this crushing pain.
“Mom." I murmured, my voice cracking.
She flinched as
