Innocent Until Proven Guilty

Aimee’s P.O.V

I’d been staring at the box sitting on the bed for the most part of the morning since I’d woken up. Logan had it delivered earlier, before he left for some trade pack whatever but I couldn’t bring myself to take out the shimmering black slip of a dress that sat in it. Why Logan would want me to wear something this…exquisite for a burial ceremony was beyond me. But he said and I quote, “You might not be announced as my Luna…yet, but everyone knows you are my mate and no matter the occasion, you have to dress accordingly.”

The dress was something meant for a club, not a solemn gathering of grieving people. Since Logan was the Alpha of a pack whose member had been involved in the murder of the daughter of the alpha of another pack, we both had to be there. But I knew I wouldn’t miss Sarah’s burial even if my life depended on it. She died in my place and the least I could do was pay her my last respects and this dress wasn’t in any way respectful.

As I reached for the box