Chapter 49.

We all headed back to the palace hall where Caleb had arranged for his cooks and staff to host an evening dedicated to all the pack members that had died in battle. As we walked in, my gaze averted to the large portraits of each person placed along the edges of the room. Uncle Filton’s picture was fifth in the line, and it was one mum and grams had personally picked to be used. He was dressed in his black tux, his hair was neatly styled, and he was standing proudly underneath a blossoming archway with the happiest smile on his face, a proud and cheerful gleam in his eyes. That was the day he married Anya, and dad had taken a picture of him just before the ceremony had started. I smiled at his photo, not just missing him now but also the man he used to be, full of positivity and life, always optimistic making everyone laugh around him and completely besotted with his mate. How carefree and bright he looked, completely unaware of the tragedy that lay in store for him and his bride to be.