OPAL

The sky overheard is overcast, and I smell rain in the air.

I'm standing next to Bruce, whose eyes are hidden behind a pair of aviators. My heart is heavy because I can feel his pain acutely. He's devastated, even though he's trying to put on a strong front for his family and the pack.

And maybe even himself.

Everyone is dressed in black. We're standing around the casket that's about to be lowered onto the ground. A lot of people came. Alphas from neighboring packs. Other ...