'May their souls find rest in the moonlight, at the feet of our goddess. May she grant peace and acceptance to those left behind' the priest ended the service. Caleb looked around at the pack. They were dressed in black. Nothing fancy, because all the clothing will be shredded shortly when everyone shifted. He looked over at Cass. Despite the hard expression on her face, tears were streaming down her cheeks. Duncan pulled her close, and she rested her head on his shoulder.
The fathers of the two slain scouts, took the burning torches from the priest. Then they walked over to the two pyres. On the priest's signal, they dropped the torches on the kindling at the feet of the pyres. The flames tentatively licked at the dry wood, before it started to slowly engulf the larger logs. Soon smoke
