His chest rose and fell rapidly, as if he knew something was terribly wrong but couldn’t understand why. He sniffed the air, scanned the room, searching for a sign, an answer. But the moment his deep brown eyes locked onto the casket, something inside him shifted.

Orion froze, his ears pricked up, and his gaze remained fixed on Elijah’s still figure. Then, without warning, he did something no one expected. With a sudden, desperate pull, Orion broke free from the officer’s grip.

His nails clicked against the polished floor as he sprinted down the aisle, his body tense with urgency. Before anyone could stop him, he leaped. Gasps echoed through the chapel as Orion landed inside the coffin.

The impact made the flag shift slightly, and for a fleeting second, it looked as if Elijah might wake up. Orion curled up on his soldier’s chest, sniffing frantically as if waiting for a response. A low, mournful whimper escaped his throat, a sound heavy with desperation, with sorrow.