I stood before their coffins that lay side by side, their bodies dressed up in fine clothing. Their eyes were closed, blocked from the sunlight. Their skin is pale, the sun showing how white they were. Everyone surrounding me wore black suits and dresses, honoring the three werewolves' deaths. Nathan stood beside me, his hand grasping mine and his eyes showing the sadness that I couldn't.
He was an Alpha, but he wasn't trained that way. He was trained to be a Beta, able to feel emotion, able to show people the way he was feeling. But I, trained by two Alphas, was taught to be emotionless, guarded, strong even at the weakest times. "I'm sorry for your loss," or ,"Stay strong," was what many people told me during the funeral. I tried not to pay attention to them because I knew if I did,
