Chapter 81

Isabella's POV

Andreas's head was rested on my shoulder as we sat on a mountain top. Even though I had told him that coming here was dangerous, Andreas had insisted. "If I can't join them at the city square, then I should join from a distance", he had said. Along with the other werewolves of the blood moon pack, we paid our last respects to Phillip last night.

For the first time, I saw Andreas shed actual tears. It was not just a teardrop but he really cried over the loss of his brother. I wasn't sure what kind of relationship they both shared as children, but I was certain that Phillip would not have felt a thing if the case was reversed.

Well, it wasn't proper to speak ill of the dead, so I tried not to dwell on it too much.

"Don't you want to go home yet?" I asked Andreas when the sun was becoming harsh, but he shook his head.

"Not yet", he said in a small voice. "I love the view and the wind."