Olivia's POV
Night came slowly, like the sky was grieving with us.
The whole backyard was filled with people. Hundreds of pack members—warriors, elders, omegas, mothers, even pups—stood in complete silence. All of them dressed in black. Heads lowered. Faces solemn.
But me, the boys, Louis and Levi wore white.
White meant honor.
White meant respect.
White meant we were saying goodbye to someone important.
I held Leo's hand on my left.
Leon stood close to my right.
Liam held my dress tightly so he would not fall.
All three boys had red eyes from crying.
Louis and Levi stood beside us.
They were trying to look strong for the pack.
They could not cry in front of everyone because they were Alphas.
But I saw it.
Their eyes were dark and heavy.
Their jaws were tight from holding back their pain.
The drums stopped beating.
Everything turned quiet.
Warriors carried Lennox's coffin into the center.
The coffin was made of dark wood.
