The plane hummed steadily beneath us. Shade sat beside me, totally silent. My hands rested in my lap. I hadn't moved in half an hour.
We were flying home.
Back to pack land. Back to the funeral. Back to the version of me that still hadn't buried her mother.
Her body was in the cargo hold below us. That thought kept looping through my head, over and over, like it might feel less real if I repeated it enough. It didn't. It just settled deeper. I pictured the coffin. The pale wood. The brass latches. The blanket I folded inside it before they shut the lid.
I hadn't said much since we left the rental house. Since we left the basement. Since I let Shade hold me down and lose control under the full moon. Since we let instinct take over and made choices we couldn't take back.
He'd been despe
