No one can hear the last breath of the man, no one noticed that he could see this farce, he was dead in the eyes of every one the moment that Ezekiel’s claws tore him to sheds, beyond that, an extra moment of life, no one pays him any mind.
The only one that truly feels Easton’s death is his fated mate, who is still in a less than ideal condition. Wren’s palms are pressed against the stage as her arms turn to jelly. Her whole body shakes. She feels the pain of the loss but she just closes her eyes, pressing her lips shut so not even a squeak of pain is released and she just endures.
It isn't really much more than the feeling of him being with another, just a little harder to tolerate when she is in a little weaker condition, but she refuses to fall. She will not give him that power even
