Dante’s Pov
I stood still in the temple, surrounded by the haunting echoes of chants reverberating through the sacred halls. The air was thick with sorrow, heavy with the weight of a loss too great to bear. Around me, the pack stood in solemn silence, their heads bowed in mourning.
But this grief wasn’t just for any fallen warrior.
We had lost the heart of our pack.
We had lost Killian.
He had been more than just my Beta. He was my brother in every way that mattered—my confidant, my family. And now he was gone, reduced to ashes because of a war I had fueled with my own hatred and thirst for revenge.
The guilt gnawed at me, relentless and unforgiving. If I hadn't been so blinded by anger if I had made different choices, would Liam still be alive? Would he still be standing beside me instead of lying in a cold urn, his presence nothing more than a memory? But it was too late for regret. The damage was done. Irreversible.
My gaze drifted through the sea of grieving faces until it settled
