Priscilla’s POV
Surrounded by trees, in the shifter graveyard on the reserve, I watched Robin’s body lower into a plot. Oriana breathed in shakily across from me, leaning onto Astrid’s shoulder. Rowan was standing on her other side, squeezing his daughter’s hand in an attempt to comfort her.
There was no comfort for her, though. She was hurting in a way I could never understand completely. I couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. Here I was, enjoying the future with Wyatt, while Oriana’s was yanked out from under her.
She was trembling, having a hard time just being at the funeral service. Several of the shifters had already gone up to her to offer their condolences. I could tell she didn’t want to hear it even though she accepted it.