C112 Hundred And Twelve

~LILY'S POV~

The sun dipped below the horizon. Its reflected prisms shone like a warm, golden glow over the somber gathering. It was the day of my mom's burial, and the forest clearing where we held the ceremony felt heavy with grief. My family, friends, and pack members stood together, paying their last respects to my mother, who had been a pillar of strength and love for all of us