Hunter
As I stood in the throne room of our pack’s fortress, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of melancholy wash over me. My wife, Lucia, had betrayed me by plotting against my rule, yet here I was, at her verge of a promise, preparing to give her a proper burial.
Amelia had convinced me that it was the right thing to do. After all, Lucia and I had shared many years together, and it seemed only fitting to pay my respects to her by doing this.
We had been making preparations for the funeral for hours, ensuring that every detail would be right. The tension in the air was obvious as we went about our tasks. I couldn’t help but wonder if I was making the right decision, but Amelia’s pleading eyes and unwavering support reassured me.
Just as the sun began to set, signaling the approach of n
