Thirty-One

Roman’s POV

By the end of the night, I knew my mother would have been proud of the way her service had gone and I knew that she was now resting in peace which was what she really did deserve. Don’t get me wrong I would much prefer her to be here with me but when Henrik mentioned my mother’s depression that’s when I remembered how much she had truly endured in her life. Thinking back to all the times I found her crying and popping pills because everything had become too much. Back then I didn’t understand it, but now I do. She went through such trauma with her sister only to then suffer the consequences years later. As much as I wished she would be able to meet my pup I was just glad she was no longer suffering.

As the she-wolves disappeared to take their pups to bed after a long and tiring day, the men continued to hang around the fire. Beer and whiskey in their hands as they listened to stories my grandfather drunkenly told about my mother as a child. A few times he would stop himse