I had never been to an event as important as Lady Katelyn's funeral, and I felt ashamed of the way I was dressed even though nobody could see me; the rest of the Pack were wearing black, and it seemed disrespectful of me to be the only one who wasn't in mourning clothes.
I looked down at my dress and took the scruffy fabric in my hands; I could grasp the ethereal fabric, but I couldn't feel and I let it drop with a sigh. I didn't want to think about that right now.
I wasn't sure where I should stand, or what I was supposed to do. Alpha Walker had asked me to attend Lady Katelyn's funeral with him, but it felt wrong for me to take a place beside him and Alpha Kaleb when my place was with the lowest ranking Pack members.
The funeral was on the grounds of the Packhouse - the most important
