(Kael)
I stand at the front of the gathering as the sun sets behind the trees. The sky is orange and red, like fire bleeding across the horizon. Snow covers everything, making the world look clean and peaceful. But there's nothing peaceful about why we're here.
Finn's body lies on a wooden platform in the center of the clearing. We wrapped him in white cloth according to pack tradition. His father Vincent stands beside the platform, one hand resting on his son's chest. His face is blank but I can feel his grief through the pack bond. It's like a wound that won't stop bleeding.
Over a hundred pack members surround us in a circle. Warriors mostly. The males who stayed behind to fight. The only ones missing are those we sent to the safe house. Including Finn's mother.
Vincent asked me to
