L E I L A N I
The funeral was held in a large, circular clearing in the forest. A huge bonfire crackled in the center, its flames licking at the darkening sky. The pack was gathered in a silent, solemn circle, their faces illuminated by the flickering firelight.
They were in their human forms, dressed in simple, dark clothing, but their grief was a primal thing, an energy that vibrated in the air.
Lyra led me to a spot near the front, next to a space that was clearly reserved for Fenrir. She squeezed my arm, a silent gesture of support, before melting back into the crowd.
I felt a hundred pairs of eyes on me, their gazes a mix of curiosity, resentment, and, in some cases, a grudging acceptance. I was an anomaly, a human in a sacred wolf space, but I was also their future Luna, a title
