42. THE LAST PACK
Fidella stood in the meadow surrounded by the art of nature. Kneeling down, she placed her hand on the mound of earth where Titan was resting. Small bejewelled petals had begun to emerge from the soil where he lay, she found it befitting that such a warrior would have a grave adorned with nature’s treasures. Even though Fidella had accepted his sacrifice, she still brushed the tear from her cheek as she apologised and thanked him. This would be the last time she could visit him, the pack was moving onwards soon. Noticing the stones that were carefully placed around him, she smiled at the messages from the pups and warriors all aspiring to be a hero like him. Through the bond, she felt Conri’s worry and decided to return to the camp. In the two months since their escape, the pack had grown
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