Della POV
My heart breaks as I watch Reagan and Maureen cling to each other. Their grief is almost palpable as they stand near the freshly dug earth. We stand in the pack cemetery surrounded by a handful of pack members watching Melanie be laid to rest as rain falls around us. It's only been a day since we watched her breathe her last breath, and it's still surreal to me.
I hate that we couldn't save her. I hate that her parents have to endure this pain. No parent should bury their pup. My eyes move to where Agatha is standing with Micah and another guard at her side. Her eyes seem to be solely focused on Ronan. I can't imagine what is going through her mind, but if what Ronan said is any indication, she is still scheming. The question is what she will do next.
Ronan moves to embrace
