**Laura's POV**

I, Laura, stood at the forefront of the funeral procession, my heart heavy with grief. It felt the same... Everything still felt fresh and I felt like I was suffocating. The pain made me vulnerable and I wept for my own inability to be strong. That day had finally come to bury my beloved parents, the late Alpha and Luna. The pack members gathered around, their faces somber and respectful.

As we made our way to the burial site which was a few meters away from the pack house, I couldn't help but think of all the memories I shared with my parents. The laughter, the adventures, the...