Celeste’s POVThe grand hall was packed shoulder-to-shoulder, buzzing with the low, continuous murmurs of the pack's elite. Everyone was talking, their hushed whispers echoing off the high stone ceilings as the funeral rites officially began.One by one, the oldest members of the council stepped forward to honor the dead Alpha, bowing their heads over his body."May the Moon Goddess guide your fierce soul to the eternal hunting grounds," the first elder proclaimed, his voice echoing solemnly."You led the Feral Pack with iron claws and a steadfast heart," another added, placing a hand on his chest. "Your legacy of strength will never be forgotten by those you protected. Sleep well, old friend."I stood silently in the background, watching the theatrical display of grief. Then, I glanced at Caius. He stood completely still, his hands clasped behind his back, looking way too calm. His face was an absolute blank slate. There was no sadness, no anger—just an eerie, chilling emptiness.
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