Eamon's POV
The day of Luka's funeral arrived, a somber and overcast sky matching the heavy hearts of the pack. We had gathered in the pack's ceremonial grounds, where a makeshift altar had been set up, adorned with flowers and candles. Isadora watched from the window of her chamber, her friend Lisa standing beside her, their eyes filled with sadness and guilt. She hadn't said much since her return; she was always locked in, and her friend Lisa did the running around for her. I could see that Luka's sacrifice weighed heavily on her, or maybe it was more, coupled up with our relationship issues and the baby on the way.
As Alpha, it was my duty to honor those who had fallen in the line of duty. Luka had given his life to protect Isadora, and he deserved a hero's farewell. It's the least I
