Hannah POVA Proper GoodbyeThe sky was clear the morning of the burial.Not overly bright. Not dull. Just calm.Like the world had decided, for once, not to interfere.I stood at the edge of the open grounds, my hands loosely clasped in front of me. The soft fabric of my black dress moved slightly with the breeze. Everything about today had been chosen carefully. Every detail. Every step.Nothing was rushed.Nothing was forced.Just the way I wanted it.Just the way she deserved.People had already gathered.More than I expected.Wolves from different parts of the territory. Elders. Guards. Even servants.They stood quietly, respectfully, giving space but still present.They came for her.And that meant more than I could put into words.“She would have liked this.”Valerie’s voice came from beside me.I turned slightly.She looked beautiful, but not in a way that took attention. In a way that fit the moment. Simple. Gentle.Present.“You think so?” I asked softly.She nodded.“She al
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