RILEY'S POV

 I didn't remember walking to the burial grounds. One moment I was standing in Gunnar's room, staring at the dark shirt folded neatly over the chair, and the next I found myself outside with the entire pack gathered around me. 

 The sun hung low in the sky, far too low, casting long shadows that reminded me time was slipping away. It meant they were really going to put him in the ground, and the weight of that truth pressed down on me until I could hardly breathe.

 Summer gripped my hand so tightly that my fingers ached, but I didn't ask her to loosen her hold. I needed...