The morning of the funeral dawned under a heavy, grey sky that held clouds swollen with rain. It was freezing, and cold mist wrapped around the chapel, giving it a sinister look to fit the event.
At exactly eight o'clock, the two entourages arrived; the Silvercrest's lavish procession approached in flashy cars decorated with white orchids and silver ribbons. And from the west was a solemn line of black cars that had emerged from the thick white fog, carrying the Moonfall pack's funeral procession.
Both parties arrived at the stone archway of the chapel entrance at the exact same moment. The two sides instantly spilled out into the courtyard to decide who would get to use the chapel first.
Alpha Jonathan stepped out of his vehicle wearing a sleek tailored suit fitting for the fat
