Someone had given Ziva some kind of pill to calm her down, citing grief, and she floated through the pack's customary services for her mate in what seemed to Emma to be kind of a fog. Thomas's sendoff was beautiful, with every wolf present saying words over his body before Elam, as the new, presiding Alpha, lit the pyre to send Thomas's soul to join those who had gone before, to watch over the pack. Emma tried to get to Kate, to talk to her friend about all that had gone on over the past few weeks, but Kate was busy, tending to Ziva in her grief. Later, when Emma had Elam to herself for a bit, she asked him some of the questions that were bugging her, starting with what Ziva had meant by saying she 'couldn't have it.' "Don't mind Ziva, she is grieving. No one is quite themselves when grieving their mate." "I get that. But why was she saying I couldn't have her cabin? Why would I want her cabin?" "It is tradition that the Alpha, and his mate, live in the biggest cabin.
