The following week went by quickly. Kyle came back on Monday evening, much to everyone's relief. Sam was busy all week so I barely saw him but I was busy too; planning Paul's burial. It wasn't easy, there were a lot of traditions and ceremonies involved which I had to learn about and chose the appropriate ones for Paul. Kyle helped where he could and his dad, Chris also helped when Kyle had other things he needed to do. It was going to be a big event; years had passed since a burial had taken place for the pack and even longer since a burial resulting from a conflict. The entire pack would be there; and as Paul's adopted daughter I was expected to lead the service, not that the rest of the pack knew we weren't biologically related. It was also important to get it right as the first
