Chapter 47

Tristan

The cemetery's rows of silent gravestones and the smell of fresh earth greeted me like an old friend. Over the past five years, this place has become my second home. I sat on the damp ground, wiping dirt from a gravestone. My fingers traced the name and read it over and over.

“Shawn Lewitt, a son and a friend.”

I bit my inner cheek, lingering on the pain that word was giving me. Each stroke felt like a whisper of the past, and the heaviness in my chest grew with every letter. Memories tugged at my heart as kept on caressing his tombstone. The weight of his loss was still pressing down on me despite the passing years.

My childhood was far from the life that most of the wolves my age was dreaming. Yes, I had everything, but not the family I wanted for myself. My parents were always busy and I grew up alone in our big home. Shawn, an omega, became my best friend and constant companion. He had always been there for me, especially when my parents chose their Alpha duties ove