68. ATTA GIRL

68. ATTA GIRL

The vigil was a beautifully resplendent, and a truly elaborate ceremony.

Well as beautiful as a funeral ceremony could be anyway.

The entire pack was up between the wee hours of dawn and midnight old and young alike, dressed in formal attires of midnight black with no trace of any other colour... just as werewolf culture demanded.

Candles lit up the grand courtyard, just enough to provide some light as the healer, who had thankfully made it back in time for the ceremony gave the final words and performed the concluding rights, but it did not matter anyway... was not really needed. The moon gave just enough light, its ivory coloured illuminance making the whole presentation almost otherworldly, blending in with the golden light of candles and the dark midnight of clothes to create a harmonious explosion of colour.

And then all the candle lights were turned off, the huge, elegant pyre set up.

The names of the dead were mentioned, and then they were placed on the pyre as t