The following day, the entire pack congregated in the woods, clustered around fourteen graves that contained the thirteen warriors that were killed in the fight and the body of the tiny ten year old.
Colin’s grave was placed between two of the warriors after Colne said that he didn’t want him to be lonely by being on the outskirts of the grave site.
Archer stepped forward, in front of his pack, standing to the side of the graves as his gaze swept the sad faces before him.
‘Today is a sad day for our new pack’ he started loudly, ‘yesterday was the first real test of unity that our pack has faced, and we lost fourteen brave members in that test.’
He looked over at Rebecca and Harvey, the she wolf was being comforted by Lucie as her small daughter clung to her mother’s dress. Next to them
