The hours passed swiftly and few words were spoken. Alba and Ivan's sons Asia, Conner and Duncan had a lost look on their faces. Columbus, the oldest, was the rock they all needed. Even Ivan was deferring to him.
Amy did not know the brothers as well as she did Ivan and Alba, but she loved them. They were her family. They knew how much Alba cared about Amy and it meant a lot to them that she shared their grief.
Marcus and Ivan left for a short time before the procession began. When they returned, both had red rimmed eyes. Amy could feel the sadness of the entire pack. She wasn't reading their minds, but she could feel the waves of sorrow they emanated.
When it was time, they walked to the mourning site. Ivan carried the babies. They remained in human form and their small bodies had blan
