Burial Rites

Davina's point of view

    Carter, Esther, Allegra, Benjamin, Bradson and I flew back to New Orleans after the incident during dinner. Gabrielle called and informed us about everything that was happening at the Pack. It was saddening to know an entire Werewolf pack was killed. There wasn't any survivor. It pained me deeply, I can't imagine how Cameron must feel now. 

      'Crushed and defeated. That's how!' My inner thought hummed tiredly. 

    I raked a finger through my hair, stepping on the ground of New Orleans. 

    No one had said a word during the flight. As if everyone was in their own web of thoughts. 

    I huffed out a stressing breath. I had to home to Cameron, be there for him. He needs me.

    We hopped into a black Limousine waiting outside the tarmac to take us home.

    Impatiently, I counted the seconds, it