Nate POV
It has been a week since she was awake. A week since I saw her beautiful emerald green eyes, a week since I saw the sun glimmer on her brown hair. Her hair had grown so much since she was first found in the dungeon. She was so beautiful in her sleep. I sat at my makeshift table with the new plans for the pack that I was designing. I stared out the window watching birds fly, thinking back to how long this week has been.
On the second day, we were holding up in the old high school. David pulled every eligible male to set up funeral pyres for the fallen pack members. The females washed the bodies of their dead loved ones, cleaning up their clothing and brushing and styling their hair and getting them ready to meet the moon goddess. By five pm, the men started going to each of the
