The half moon lit up the sky, shining it's essence on the dark night and lighting the path for the wolves gathered in the woods. It has been a werewolf tradition for thousands of years that when an Alpha dies, they are being sent off by cremating on a pyre. No matter how advanced the world got, the old way felt natural for this process and Alpha Wolverson's burial was no exception from the tradition which was being honored on that night.
All eyes fell on Alpha Noah as they waited for him to give a speech and light up the pyre that had been arranged with his father placed on it. Alpha Noah sighed not knowing if it was a good idea to speak on his father's funeral, considering he was the one that put him there. “They are waiting for you" His mother's voice put a stop to his confliction.
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