Raven’s POV
I stood at the front, staring blankly at the lifeless body of a friend, a brother. The priestess stepped first and started the ritual rites, they said the werewolf burial ritual brought peace to the soul of the one gone and to those who mourn but there was no peace in me.
The priestess turned to us, giving me the torch. The heat was enough to scare someone but it didn't scare me… I didn't even know what to feel at that moment, I just stood there.
The crowd around me mumbled the ancient words of farewell, a final farewell to a warrior that has sacrificed half of his life to protect everyone…to protect me.
“It's time,” the priestess voice brought me back to reality— at least to some extent.
I nodded, taking in a deep breath, taking a step forward. “I hope you find peace, brother,” I muttered, placing the torch on the pyre.
The fire quickly spread, consuming his body. People moved forward, bowing their head in respect before leaving but I couldn't look away from the fire.
