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Kaya’s POV.

I stand so close to the windows that I stare through them to the outside. The sky has darkened in response to the sadness in the aura, choking the whole kingdom.

As I narrow my eyes, lost in deep thoughts, I watch the scene before me unfold.

In the distance are the pack members. They each have a candle in their hands, surrounding the compound of the kingdom in a circular shape. In the very middle is the body of Emilie, the clone, thought to be the triplets’ mother. She’s dressed elegantly like the royal that she is, with a flag that bears the mark of the triplets’ kingdom’s crest on her chest. She’s placed on a pyre, ready to be burned.

And not far from her are the triplets, who are standing with a torch in their hands. Even from this distance of mine, I can still feel the weakness in their muscles and nerves and the way they struggle to stand rooted to the ground. But that aside, I can also feel the sadness in their being.

It could never have been easy. After all the p