Aurora POV

We held the funeral three days later. The sky was gray that morning. Clouds hung low and heavy, like they were mourning with us.

We'd lost twelve warriors in the battle against the Shadow Clan, twelve wolves who'd fought bravely and died protecting their pack.

And we'd lost Sloane. I stood at the front of the gathering. Gray was beside me. He hadn't left my side since we'd returned from the ancient battlefield.

The bodies of our fallen warriors lie on funeral pyres. Each one was ...