On the day of the cremation, a dozen black cars were parked outside the funeral home.The Crestmoon pack had booked the entire hall.Staff brought in a huge gift box. They opened it. It was full of jewels and a pure white Luna gown, the symbol of the pack’s matriarch.Maria stood at the door. She kicked the box, sending it sliding back.“The she-wolf dies, and now you decide to be generous?” she sneered, her eyes red. “If she’d had just one of these things when she was alive, she wouldn’t have ended up here.”Jeremy knelt beside the box. He hadn’t slept.He clutched the gown, his eyes webbed with blood.“Let me put it on her,” he rasped, his voice barely a whisper. “Please. Just this once. She is the Luna of Crestmoon.”Maria blocked his path like a wall.“She gave her life to refuse you,” she said, her words sharp. “What right do you have to put this on her now? You never even marked her. What kind of Luna is she to you?”Jeremy’s fingers clenched the white silk, his knuckles white. T
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