Chapter 119:

The morning sky was gray and overcast in a way that felt appropriate for burying my father, and I stood beside his grave with Raven's hand in mine while the priest spoke words about peace and rest that I wasn't entirely sure Marcus deserved after everything he'd done. But the man who died wasn't the same man who'd sold me and mocked me for years, and that complicated grief made my chest feel tight in ways I didn't know how to process.

The funeral was small. A few wolves from ...