Chapter Fifteen: The Weight of Goodbye
Isaiah’s POV
The funeral is exactly what you’d expect for Alicia—large, dignified, and packed with people from every corner of the pack and beyond. She left a mark on everyone, and they’re all here to honour her. But I can’t focus on the crowd, the speeches, or even the Elder’s words. All I can think about is Savannah, standing just a few feet away with Alicia’s kids in her arms, our kids that we brought into the world with Alicia. Her presence is like a constant hum, pulling at me, pushing my wolf to break free and go to her. And yet, standing here in front of Alicia’s coffin, it feels like the ultimate betrayal.
I cast a glance at Josiah, who’s standing as rigidly as I am. His face is expressionless, but I can sense his turmoil through our bond
