Chapter Thirty-Three – The Guest.

Henry’s POV

Tears streamed down my mother’s eyes as she heard the ode sung for the burial of the kids.

The memories of their small bodies buried under the ground tore her to pieces. I’d know. It tore me down too.

It was a rainy day to hold a burial but I wanted it done and over with so their families could begin healing.

My mother kept sobbing so I stroked her vibrating shoulders. My father had a serious straight face on, suppressing all emotions.

Sighting Clayton with Meghan meters away, I left my mother with her mate and headed to the two.

“Alpha, you...