The flames lick at the night sky, consuming our dead. Each tongue of fire carries a name, a story, a life cut short. My wolves' howls pierce the air, raw with grief, and the weight of their pain settles deep in my bones.
Selene's voice is a clear bell through the haze of exhaustion. You need rest.
The smoke stings my eyes. Or maybe those are tears. "Has everyone returned to Wolf's Landing?"
Most have. Only the families remain.
"And Lisa?"
Kellan took her home.
There was something about her tonight, something off. At one point she'd even wandered from her place; Selene was the one to alert her guards. Maybe I should have insisted she stay in her cabin for the night. "Did you notice anything strange about her?"
Humans react differently to pack grief. Selene bumps into my thigh. Even those who've lived among us struggle when hundreds of wolves channel their emotions at once. The energy can be overwhelming.
