Xayden’s POV
I looked across the burning pyre where Bolt stood. Emotionless. Cold. Unresponsive.
He stayed still throughout the funeral and did not budge from his spot even once. Not even the fiery heat of the fire near his eyes or the ash-laden air stinging his nose, could deter him from staying in the spot like a tree.
The head priest poured oil over the burning wood for the last time before the orphaned beta’s fragile, heartbroken body swayed furiously left and right. Before Bolt could fall face first into the dangerously hot and fiery pyre, Onyx burst out across the lawn and caught the fainting figure in time.
His heartbeat was so feeble that I panicked. Hell, Onyx panicked.
“You don’t get to die, mate. You hear me? You can’t die right now!” Onyx shouted and doubled on his legs to
