Chapter 38

ALPHA KYLIAN'S POV

The next day, a burial was held for Hans. He was the head guard of my palace and he deserved a befitting burial. His death hurt me deeply. I couldn't help but feel like part of it was my fault. That night, I should have done something. We should have patrolled the grounds till dawn. Maybe if I had done that, he would still be alive. Hans was always there when I needed him. He fought selflessly for this pack. He would be missed. I took it upon me to take care of his family personally. I wouldn't let his kid or mom suffer. I would take care of all their expenses.

I stood in front of the crowd the high priest recited the ceremonial rites. Sounds of sobs filled the air. We were all dressed in black. The skies were grey, threatening to rain. The colour of the sky matched the mood of the people. His death was felt by all the pack members. He would be missed dearly.

The burial procession was done by the other guards. Together, four of his closest friends carried his cask