The Luna coronation, meant to be the event of the century for the werewolf world, had become a grand, tragic funeral.A sea of black umbrellas, like a silent, dark cloud, hovered over the Black Moon pack's cemetery.Dressed in a black, custom-tailored suit with a single white daisy on his lapel, Aiden stood woodenly beside the lavish coffin.He was like a hollow sculpture, accepting condolences from the mourners with mechanical movements."Alpha, our deepest sympathies.""Aiden, you need to be strong for the pack."Every werewolf who passed by couldn't help but sigh at the sight of his bloodshot, lifeless eyes.Such a perfect pair.How could they be torn apart by death so suddenly?The rain poured down, drenching everyone's clothes.After the crowd dispersed, Aiden could no longer hold himself up. With a thud, he fell heavily to his knees in the mud.Before him was the cold, black marble headstone.[Elara: Black Moon's One and Only Beloved Luna]The name, carved in elegant script, pier
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