Chapter 232
Although Elizabeth hurt you,‘ Dominic said quietly, as the future Alpha and Luna, we must show respect. This isn’t just about her, but about the Collins family and our relations with other packs,”
I nodded, understanding the political significance of this event. I took a deep breath, making my posture more erect, more Luna–like as Dominic had taught me.
With a low drumbeat, the ceremony began. Six Delta warriors in formal uniforms approached from a distance, carrying a black ebony coffin with silver edges. I noticed ancient werewolf runes carved into the coffin, glimmering mysteriously in the sunlight.
“Those are runes of protection and peace,” Dominic explained, his voice low and solemn. “They’ll guard her spirit.”
I nodded, silently saying a prayer for Elizabeth’s rest. Despite her attempts to harm us, no one deserved to end their life that way.
As the coffin passed before us, I saw Ronald Collins following behind, his face haggard with deep circles under his eyes. But when his gaze met mine, I could feel pure hostility radiating from him. This wasn’t just the anger of a grieving father–it was bone–deep hatred.
“He blames us entirely for his daughter’s death,” I said to Dominic through our mind link, holding his gaze.
Dominic squeezed my hand in support, but his response carried wariness: “There’s danger in his scent, Rebecca. Stay alert.”
Dominic’s POV
The special cemetery section was encircled by silver railings, with a Delta guard positioned at each corner. This was the resting place of the werewolf for generations, where every departed member found eternal peace. Today, despite the complicated emotions, Elizabeth Collins would join them.
Elder Brandon stepped forward, his silver hair shimmering in the sunlight, his ancient ceremonial robes swaying gently in the breeze. He began to recite the farewell words in the ancient werewolf language, his voice deep and resonant, each syllable carrying the weight of power and history.
“Vasha moreth, kali suran…”
Though Rebecca couldn’t understand the words, I could feel through our bond her awareness of their power. The ancient language carried our pack’s history and traditions, and even someone of human origin could sense the energy it contained.
As the Elder’s voice echoed in the air, Ronald suddenly stepped forward, kneeling beside the coffin. He threw back his head and released a deep, guttural howl–a primal, heart–wrenching sound of grief. The werewolves around us instinctively lowered their heads in respect for a father’s sorrow. I followed the protocol, slightly bowing my head, but my eyes never left Ronald.
Rebecca sent a questioning feeling through our bond, and I explained: “This is a werewolf expression of mourning, more primal and profound than human crying.”
Ronald’s howl gradually subsided into soft whimpers, his shoulders shaking with sobs. But even in his grief, I could still sense the anger and hostility directed at us. This wasn’t just an expression of sorrow, but carried the scent of vengeance.
I noticed my mother standing at the edge of the crowd, her face expressionless, but her clenched fists revealed her inner struggle. She and Elizabeth had once been close, despite Elizabeth’s later actions shocking and disappointing everyone.
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The ceremony continued, the coffin being lowered slowly into the grave, Pepresentatives from each park came forward to place med items–a piece of silver stone, a white flower, a burning candle. When our turn came. I stepped forward to place a wall beautie oak leaves, symbolizing forgiveness and peace.
After the ceremony concluded, we moved toward the wake area, where simple refreshments had been prepared. I watched witis pirider at Rebecca took initiative, approaching the Northern Mountain representative who had been eyeing her earlier. Her confidence in evigat these complex social waters impressed me.
My mother approached them, wearing an elegant black suit, her expression calm and dignified. She handed Rebecca a cup of tea, and i was surprised to heat genuine concern in her voice.
“I thought you might like this,” she said. “It helps with postpartum fatigue, I relied on it myself back in the day!
Rebecca accepted the cup with visible surprise. “Thank you for your care, Luna.”
My mother added quietly, “You’re more suited to becoming Luna than I expected, Rebecca. But today I worry about Ronald’s behavior–he’s not just mourning; he’s planning something.”
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