Priscilla’s POV

Surrounded by trees, in the shifter graveyard on the reserve, I watched Robin’s body lower into a plot. Oriana breathed in shakily across from me, leaning onto Astrid’s shoulder. Rowan was standing on her other side, squeezing his daughter’s hand in an attempt to comfort her.

There was no comfort for her, though. She was hurting in a way I could never understand completely. I couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. Here I was, enjoying the future with ...