The funeral was held three days later on a cold spring morning and true to my wishes it was kept small with just pack members and close friends gathering on the hill overlooking the pack house.

They'd dug my grave next to the spot where Jax and I had spent so many evenings watching the sunset and someone had already planted a small tree that would grow over the years.

Jax stood at the front barely holding himself together while Rose stood beside him with the children clustered around her ...