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I dressed in traditional white mourning clothes, the color of grief in werewolf culture. My wolf was subdued, sharing my sorrow as I made my way to the Stone Ancestral Hall where the ceremony would be held.

As I approached the entrance, Eleanor Stone and Isabelle stepped into my path, their faces

twisted with hatred.

"Get out! You killed Grandmother, and you still have the nerve to come!" Eleanor snarled, her

eyes flashing with anger.

I tried to move past them without engaging. I was here to pay my respects to Matriarch Evelyn, not to fight with her family.

"Your.accusations drove her to confront Victoria," Isabelle added, her voice dripping with

venom. "Her death is on your hands."

I kept my gaze fixed ahead, refusing to be baited. My wolf remained quiet, too numb with grief to respond to their provocations.

Eleanor, enraged by my silence, shoved me roughly. I stumbled backward, nearly falling before a strong hand caught my elbow.

Ethan had appeared beside me, his face stern as he steadied me. "Enough," he said, his voice carrying the unmistakable authority of an Alpha.

Eleanor faltered, clearly not expecting his intervention. "But Ethan, she-"

"Is the mother of my daughter," Ethan cut her off, his eyes flashing dangerously. "And Lily was Grandmother's great-granddaughter. Olivia has every right to be here."

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words silenced both women, though their eyes still

he guided me past them into the

away from his touch as soon as we were inside. "I don't need

coldly.

back. "As

befitting Matriarch Evelyn's status.

a corner,

from the main gathering, offering my prayers in solitude.

kind old woman who had

us.

mourners departed. I remained kneeling, lost

Evelyn's kindness toward

"Olivia."

Ethan standing over me, his face drawn with exhaustion and

left," he said quietly. "You should

rose stiffly, my injured leg protesting after hours of kneeling.

stay at the

shouldn't drive

coldly, my heart hardened against his belated concern. "No, thank

to be alone."

waiting for his response, I turned and limped toward the exit. My wolf, once so responsive to Ethan's presence, remained silent

I made my way to my car, each step

grief and guilt. If only I'd been more vigilant about Lily's donor. If only

"if onlys," and all of them useless

unwavering faith in Ethan's love, a love I now

even as he neglected us for

the empty car. "I'm so

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