Chapter Seventy Nine

Jax's POV

As I stood there, staring blankly at the grave, the weight of my father's absence settled heavily on my shoulders. His sudden and unexpected death had left me grappling with emotions I couldn't fully comprehend. I mean I knew quite well that had been sick but I didn't think he was going to be gone this soon because I kept postponing the time I would visit him due to the numerous amount of work and had and now it was to late to do anything about it. He was gone. Forever.

Growing up, we had never been close, but the events surrounding the witch's possession had brought us together in a way that I never thought possible. I vividly remembered the conversation I had with him during my recovery. It was a few weeks after I had fought off the witch's curse and emerged victorious, but the scars, both physical and emotional, were still fresh. Sitting in his study, surrounded by his books and the faint smell of old leather like he had always been his whole life and I remembered that th