Winston's Pov
It was a somber night in our small werewolf pack. The air was thick with sorrow, and the mournful howls of our fellow wolves echoed in the stillness. Tonight, we gathered to bury our dead, the victims of a brutal conflict with the Vampires that had rocked our world.
I tightened my grip on Elizabeth's hand, standing beside her as we watched the funeral pyres burn, consuming the bodies of our fallen kin. The air was heavy with the scent of burning flesh, and the cries of the families of the deceased pierced the night. Mothers wept for their sons, fathers for their daughters, and siblings for their lost brothers and sisters. The sound of their grief was heart-wrenching, and I couldn't help but share in their sorrow.
My thoughts, however, were not solely occupied with the tra
