Three days later.They didn't bury me in the royal cemetery in the capital or in my pack's ancestral graveyard.In the end, Kyle overruled everyone and buried me on Windsong Heights, where no faction or royal law held sway.The wind howled there year-round, and wild grass stretched as far as I could see.But I liked it. It was open. It was free.My headstone was a rough stone Kyle had smoothed himself.It bore no family name. No "mate." No "daughter of the pack." Not even the false name "Lila."It bore only my name, "Gwen."For the first time in more than 20 years, I belonged completely to myself.On the day of my burial, a freezing rain started to fall.I floated above the grave as the workers prepared to close the coffin.Suddenly, my mother let out a wail.She broke free of my father's grip and threw herself at the coffin.With a trembling hand, she tried to slip a glowing moonstone inside."Gwen's scared of the dark!"My mother sobbed, her tears mingling with the rain. "Let her tak
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