Ross's POVThe funeral pyre burned through the night and I watched flames consume my father's body until nothing remained but ash and smoke. Beside me, Myron stood rigid and silent while Skylar held both our hands in the darkness.Luna Sheila had not moved from where she knelt near the pyre. Her grief was a physical weight that pressed down on everyone gathered and reminded us all that mate bonds were not just spiritual connections but pieces of our souls given to another person.When the flames finally died, pack members began to disperse. But they did not go far. Small groups formed in the shadows and their whispered conversations carried on the wind."They are talking about succession," Myron said quietly. "About who will lead Moonfall now.""I know." My chest felt tight. "Traditionally it would pass to us.""But we are mated to a lycan." Skylar's voice was soft. "Many of them see that as disqualifying."She was right
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