The hall prepared for Late Alpha Mich Lorenzo’s burial was drowned in a heavy silence. Wolves from every corner of the region filled the long rows of seats, all dressed in deep black attire. The air carried a sorrowful weight that pressed on every chest. Candles lined the walls, their flames flickering weakly as the mournful hymn played through the hall. It felt as though even the Moon herself was grieving.
I sat quietly among them, my hands clasped tightly on my lap. Kael sat beside me, his presence cold and steady, but the storm inside me was anything but calm. My gaze lingered on the large framed portrait of Mich placed at the front of the hall. His face… still gentle, still strong… yet gone forever. My heartbeat stuttered painfully.
I still could not accept it. His death was like a n
