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Grayson and I stand in stunned silence.
In my mind, I can still picture the chamber when it was filled with hopeful shifters and elves. My ears keep ringing from the beautiful osmos song. Remnants of light and fire twist in my memories.
Now, the chamber lies quiet and empty. Shadows lurk everywhere. Piles of dust and ash soak into the floor. Within seconds, there’s no sign that a crowd once stood in this space.
And it’s how the great Alpha Ishir is buried. It doesn’t seem real.
Back at Wulfhelm, Ishir is nothing less than pack legend. Under his leadership, Wulfhelm becomes the most populated corner of Faerie. Our buildings grow to overflow with families and laughter. Ishir even starts new construction—he’s the one who builds the abstract and swirling mosaic on the chapel floor
