Lennox's POV
The first ritual was over. The crowd had begun to disperse, some heading back to their homes, others lingering in quiet clusters to share old memories. But the rest of us—my family—we returned to the pack house in silence, waiting for the final ritual that would take place later tonight.
Some pack members wanted to come up to us… to offer their condolences, share their grief, speak of Olivia. But we gave the guards strict orders to let no one through. None of us were in the mood to hear sweet words about someone we all failed to protect.
Back in my room, I couldn't stop thinking about Rebecca.
