CHAPTER 73: FORGIVENESS

ROSALINE’S POV:

Today is Gwen’s funeral. The ceremony would be held in the pack cemetery, which was distinguished solely for the great wolves of our pack, mainly soldiers. And Gwen was just that—a soldier loyal to the end.

There is a pang in my chest before I feel something squirm in my arms. My eyelids parted a bit to see Ariana curled up in my arms.

Her head rested on my shoulder and her little limbs wrapped around me so tight that I was surprised I had not woken up due to suffocation. Her face was facing me, and her lips were slightly ajar.

The sight was so precious that it brought a smile to my lips. My grip on her tightened a bit, and she hummed sweetly as she nuzzled her head deeper into my shoulder until I could feel her breath on my neck.

I missed this.

But I missed something else as well. I missed someone else. At that moment, my eyes were suddenly drawn to the chair situated beside the bed.

Damien was sitting with his head down and his two legs spread apart. His hand held