Talia Stillwater's POV

One Week after Tania's Disappearance

I leaned into my grandmother's side as my parents were laid to rest in the Pack cemetery. They were placed in the same hole, their bodies wrapped in white cloth, his right hand clasped forever to her left. Unlike humans, we didn't use caskets and we didn't defile their bodies by trying to preserve them. Instead, they were wrapped and refrigerated until the service could occur.

I looked around through teary eyes, my Grandfather holding my other hand as we stood by the grave. My aunt and uncle, the Alphas of the Lacrosse Pack, were to our left. My sister and I...