(Elena)
I have taken a few days off of work to deal with Drago’s funeral. Ruben filled in for me those few days. I had to call in a few favors so no questions would be asked about Dragon and why he was dead. I know he was a werewolf, a rogue, but I will give him a good funeral because besides that he was family and he deserved this.
“Would anyone else like to say something?” the priest asked. I looked around and saw no one was getting up. They have all said something and I was the only one left. I stood up and walked to the podium. I took out the paper and unfold it. My hands were shaking and tears continued to stream down my face.
“I wrote a poem” I took a deep breath.
“He never looked for praises… He was never one to boast… He just went on quietly working for the ones he loved the
