Darrian's POV
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The tomb stood in the heart of the pack's sacred grounds-where only alphas and legends were laid to rest. But even among those, none had ever received this level of reverence.
She was more than a legend. She had been mine.
Heather-my Luna, my mate-deserved nothing less than perfection, even in death.
The healers and temple keepers worked silently, reverently. Her body had been cleaned with oils blessed under the full moon. Her wounds-those that had stolen her from me-were gently cloaked by a gown of silver silk that shimmered like stars. A crown of moonflowers adorned her hair, braided delicately to fall over one shoulder.
Makeup had been applied with care to enhance what had always been there-her ethereal beauty. Her lips were soft rose, her cheeks warm with the
