Aurelia's POVThe sky had decided to match our mood. It hung low and grey above the burial grounds, pressing down like it wanted to suffocate us all. The old oak tree stood at the center of the cleared space, the same tree where Kaelen and Rylan and Torin had climbed as children. The pack had gathered in a semicircle around the open grave. Their faces were quiet. Some of them had never even met Kaelen. Some of them owed him their lives. All of them understood that something fundamental had shifted in the world.I stood at the edge of the grave, looking down at the wooden casket. It was simple, no ornate carvings, no symbols of rank or power. Just wood and the body of someone who had saved me by stepping in front of magic that was meant to destroy me.Rylan was on my left. His jaw was clenched so tight I thought it might crack. Torin was on my right, his breathing deliberately controlled, like he was thinking about every single breath to keep himself from falling apart.I opened my mo
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