(Lucas)
I stood in a corner as I watched Rose walk in with Rita into the burial grove.
The grove was a sacred place in our pack, especially consecrated for laying the dead to rest. It was a place of peace and it was said that under the right circumstances, the dead could communicate with us right here.
It was currently sunset, the time when the moon was preparing to make its appearance. According to pack norms, dead wolves were cremated at sunset for them to rise with the moon and for their souls to return to the moon goddess.
It looked like Rose had been crying and I was eager to find out what made her shed tears. I carefully studied her face from afar and even with her puffy face and eyes which were red from crying, she looked so beautiful with her white hair- the same color as her
