23 : Royal Pyre

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LOGAN SLOWLY WALKED TOWARDS THE STRUCTURE OF WOOD THAT HIS MOTHER RESTED ON. It had been a week since the death of Astrid Gallows had been killed, by Victoria no less. Edward had explained it all - how Astrid had sacrificed herself to save Seth.

She never stood a chance - Fae or not.

It took everything within him not to attack the Volturi - but the council and Kyle had talked him out of it - the latter silently wishing that Logan would kill those bastard vampires.

Bree, had been taken in by the Faes and she stuck by Logan's side throughout the entire time. And while Logan appreciated the young girl's company - his heart still hurt.

And now here he stood, torch in hand as he looked down at his mother. She had been dressed in a beautiful blue gown with a crown resting on her chest - her hands crossed just below it. Astrid looked peaceful and Logan let out a harsh breath as he leaned down to kiss her forehead.

"I hope you find peace, mother." He muttered before he dropped the torch below the wood and jumped off the stone. In a matter of seconds,s the pyre had lit, and flames roared as embers danced in the night sky. "I will miss you." He rubbed his thumb over Astrid's necklace.

A hand settled on his shoulder and he turned to face Charlie who gave him a sad smile.

"It will be okay, Little Brother." The older Swan muttered, bringing his little brother into a hug - holding him the same way that Logan had held him when Harry had died. "It will be okay, Logan."

'No.' Logan thought as tears filled his eyes. 'N,o it won't.'