IRIS'S POV
I'M THE LUNA
"The Luna was a remarkable woman, calm, peaceful, with a heart of gold for every member of this pack."
One of the officials stood solemnly before the crowd, delivering a eulogy for my mother. His words echoed in the stillness as I gazed at her casket, not yet lowered into the grave.
My chest tightened as the words washed over me, but they felt distant, detached from the whirlwind of emotions churning inside. The sky was a dull grey, matching the heaviness in the air.
Around me, pack members stood silently, their faces shadowed with grief. But I couldn't move, couldn't speak. My eyes remained fixed on the casket, unable to accept that my mother, Luna, my world, was truly gone.
I felt a hand on my shoulder, warm and grounding. It was Gavin, standing tall beside
