King Braedon POV
The mood was stilted and the grief was palpable in the air. The clouds were gathered high in the sky, slowly turning dark, matching the melancholy mood. I was clad in black, a look of profound grief on my face, as the pack gathered around me, offering what little support and sympathy they could. James remained by my side and Sarah wept, wiping her tears while Sierra and Josie clung to each other. I turned to address the pack, the women silently crying while their men stood stoically, grim expressions on their faces. I cleared my throat, struggling to find the right words, even as my chest tightened. For a moment words failed me.
Finally, I choked them out. The words I had never thought I would be forced to say, my heart feeling as though it was being ripped in two. I fe
