Ember's POV

I rolled my eyes in irritation, staring out the window as I watched different packs trooping into the building in their numbers to offer their condolences to my mates over my acclaimed death.

"I didn't know they cared about me this much," I snorted derisively, Mia chuckling as she helped arrange my clothes.

"They don't necessarily care about the Alphas' dead mate, they are just concerned about getting in the good books of the Alphas while some are just snooping around for gossip in pretence of offering their condolences."

"You forgot to mention the ones trooping in with their unmated daughters dressed like sluts to win the favor...