Nicholas’s POV
The funeral had been my idea, or at least that was how I justified it.
I had wanted to bring her body back, to bury her within my pack’s grounds, to lay her to rest where I could at least pretend to visit her.
Werewolves were always buried quickly, not only as a sign of respect, but so that they may find peace early.
When I brought it up, Kevin wanted her buried with his pack. It would be faster, he said, and she’d rest in peace among his own. Kevin’s insufferable smugness was disguised as diplomacy.
“Let her rest here, Nicholas. It was in my woods she was found. Give her peace where she fell.”
In truth, I had no strength left to argue. My voice had burned out with grief. So I relented, and so Esther’s coffin lay within the heart of Blue Lake territory.
The day was
