CHAPTER FORTY ONE
Chapter Forty One: HIS SCARE
It has been two days since the attack and these two days have been a living hell for me. Seven more gravely wounded pack members succumbed to their injuries in these last few days, which totalled the death count to 40. I had no idea if there would be more because many of the wounded were still teetering on the edge and fighting with life.
40 lives were taken and I had to supervise the organisation of 40 funerals. Trust me, it isn't fun!
There has always been a set of protocols for a mass funeral in the packs. All the members don't get buried, all the dead don't get treated the same way. Like they were different while they were alive, they are treated different when they are dead.
The infants below the age of one year are completely burnt
