Chapter 73: The Funeral

Emery

I placed the white flower on the casket as a tear fell down from my eye. Arlo and Devyn were right beside me, and they held onto both of my hands. I looked into the transparent glass and peered over the deceased figure.

It’s been four days after the war, and although we had won the war, it felt as if I had lost one of the most important people in my life. I held back my tears as I went back to my seat. It was a saddening reality that only my children were right beside me. I craved for my mate’s comfort and touch, but I’m afraid that he wouldn’t be able to do that right now.

It was time for the last words, and Dalton came onto the podium. He tapped the mic and cleared his throat. He tried to speak a couple of times, but he choked back on his tears. After calming down for a few moments and taking deep breaths, he finally started speaking.

“I would greet you all a pleasant afternoon, but I would be lying if I say that what