CHAPTER 25 —The Wake
Clara
Silvermoon was filled with grief today, everyone dressed in white fabric, holding candles, with the wax melting too fast. The clearing had been prepared before dawn. Pyres built in symmetrical lines, each one draped in the silver and ash banners of our pack. The fallen warriors and sentinels lay atop them, their hands folded over their chests, and their polished armor placed in their arms one last time.
Their faces had been cleaned of blood, but not of youth. Some of them were barely older than boys and they just lost their lives like it was nothing, their hopes and dreams all gone just because they wanted to serve and protect their own..
I stood at the edge of the gathering, dressed in a white gown that clung in all the right places, my hair falling loose d
