Chapter 17

DAY 3

Another funeral in less than two weeks. Only this time, I didn’t have a brother to tell me it was okay and that he had my back. My sister was there, but she didn’t get me like Zayne did. He knew what ticked me off and what would make me smile like a fool for hours. He knew everything about me. Hell, there was no better soul mate than Zayne.

“Your majesty,” Logan looked in my direction. “Do you have something to say?”

Yes.

Would I like to say them in front of hundreds of people? No.

Instead of speaking, I walked to where Zayne’s casket was. His eyes were shut and his face, expressionless. His body was still and so was his heart. My brother was indeed dead.

“We will meet again. Rest well.” I kissed his forehead and walked away.

It wasn’t a lie, though. We would meet again.

I wasn’t certain we would survive the goddess’ curse, so we definitely would meet again. Perhaps in a few months or years. As I walked away from my brother and the rest of the pack, I couldn’t help