I carried the urn containing my parents' remains and approached the portrait display area.
On the platform before me, row after row of framed portraits honored the Vance Pack's ancestors—wolves who'd served with distinction, who'd sacrificed for pack and kingdom, who'd left legacies worth remembering.
Elder Quinten pointed toward a specific section and said, "Place your parents' remains over there, in the fifth branch family area. And regarding your parents' portraits..."
"I contacted Elder Bob before traveling here," I explained. "He said the memorial grounds maintained portrait preparation services. I just don't know if they're completed yet."
Elder Quinten's expression darkened. "Elder Bob? Where is he?"
The other Vance Pack members exchanged awkward glances, their scents carrying
