Mira’s POV
The next day arrived far too quickly, bringing with it the funeral. The morning felt cold, even though the sun
was shining weakly through the clouds. The air was heavy with sorrow, and every breath I took seemed to weigh me down further.
The pack had gathered near the small clearing where the funeral was being held. Alpha Roger had made all the arrangements, ensuring everything was perfect for Mom’s farewell. Despite his efforts, nothing could
lessen the pain in my chest or the lump in my throat.
My father sat near the coffin, a lone chair pulled up beside it. He didn’t move, didn’t speak. He just stared at her still face, his eyes hollow and rimmed with red. The once–strong man I had always looked up to now
looked broken beyond repair.
I sat in the farthest corner, trying to stay out of sight. I didn’t want to talk to anyone, didn’t want to hear their condolences or see the pity in their eyes. I felt like a ghost in my own skin, disconnected from everything around me. I gripped my hands tightly, hoping the pain would wake me from this nightmare.
One by one, people came to pay their last respects. They approached the coffin, whispered their goodbyes, and left with tears streaming down their faces. I watched them, my heart aching with each step they took away from her.
I closed my eyes, wishing I could block out the world. But the sound of footsteps approaching the coffin made me look up. My stomach twisted when I saw who it was–Sophia.
She knelt beside the coffin, her face pale and streaked with tears. For a moment, I thought she might genuinely be mourning, but the sight of her made my blood boil. Before I could say anything, my father stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the ground.
“This is all your fault!” he roared, his voice filled with anger and pain. In a flash, he grabbed Sophia by the shoulders, his hands tightening around her neck.
“Dad, stop!” I shouted, standing up in shock.
Sophia gasped, clawing at his hands as she choked out, “P–please…stop…”
Before I could reach them, Killian appeared, pulling my father away from her. “Alpha, don’t do this,” he said firmly, his tone steady despite the tension in the air.
Sophia fell to the floor, clutching her throat and coughing. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed, Please forgive me, Father. Let me see my mother one last time.”
My father’s face was a storm of fury and grief. “You have no right to be here!” he shouted, his voice trembling with emotion. “Your mother died because of you! This is all your doing!”
Sophia knelt on the ground, her hands clasped together in desperation. “Please,” she begged. “I know I have done terrible things, but I just want to say goodbye. She was my mother too.”
He pointed toward the edge of the clearing. “Leave, Sophia. You are not welcome here. Don’t make me throw you out myself.”
Sophia turned to me, her tear–filled eyes pleading. “Mira, please,” she whispered. “Make him understand. We
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are still sisters. I know I have hurt you, but I am truly sorry. I am sorry for what I have done to you, for separating you and Killian. Please, help me.”
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Her words hit me like a slap. My heart raced as I stared at her, trying to process what she had just said. ” What do you mean by separating Killian and me?” I asked, my voice low and trembling.
Sophia hesitated, her lips quivering. “I–I gave Killian a potion,” she admitted, her voice barely audible. “A witch gave it to me. It allowed me to manipulate him, to make him reject you and hate you. I wanted him for myself, Mira. I didn’t mean for it to go this far.”
My chest felt like it was going to explode. Anger, betrayal, and disbelief surged through me all at once. “You…
you made him reject me?” I said, my voice shaking.
She nodded, her eyes wide with fear. “I didn’t know it would hurt you this much. I was selfish, and I-”
“Selfish?” I cut her off, my voice rising. “You’re not just selfish, Sophia. You’re a monster. You stole everything from me. You ruined my life, and now you have the audacity to ask for forgiveness?”
Tears spilled down her cheeks as she clasped her hands together. “Mira, please. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I’m begging you. Let me stay. Let me say goodbye to her.”
I stepped closer, my fists clenched. “You think I’ll forgive you after what you’ve done? After all the pain you’ve caused me? You’re delusional, Sophia. You don’t deserve to be here.”
Sophia sobbed, turning to Killian for help. “Killian, please-”
“Don’t,” I snapped, glaring at her. I turned to Killian, my voice firm. “Take her away. She doesn’t belong here.”
Killian hesitated, his gaze shifting between me and Sophia. “Mira…” he started, but I shook my head.
“Take her away, Killian,” I repeated, my voice cold and unyielding.
Sophia cried harder as Killian gently took her arm. “Let’s go,” he said softly, guiding her toward the edge of
the clearing.
As she was led away, she looked over her shoulder, her face a mask of regret and sorrow. But I didn’t feel
sorry for her. Not anymore.
I turned away, my chest heaving as I tried to calm myself. The funeral continued, but I felt like I was watching it from a distance, detached from everything around me.
My father came to my side, his hand resting on my shoulder. “You did the right thing,” he said quietly.
I nodded, though I wasn’t sure if I believed it. The weight of everything–Mom’s death, Sophia’s betrayal, Killian’s innocence–pressed down on me like a crushing tide. I didn’t know how I was going to move forward, but I knew one thing for certain: Sophia was no longer a part of my life, and she never would be again.
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