Chapter 153

• Kendall’s POV
• ​I was standing near the entrance of the grand memorial hall, surrounded by several gossiping daughters of the pack’s wealthy class.
• ​One of the girls leaned in close to me, her eyes darting nervously toward the front altar. "Kendall, your older sister is honestly downright terrifying today. Didn't your grandmother spoil and pamper her more than anyone else in the entire Miller bloodline? How on earth is it possible that she's standing up there greeting mourners without shedding a single, solitary tear?!"