The Luna’s revenge
The rain fell in a relentless, cold drizzle, the kind that seeps into your bones and chills you from the inside out. It was fitting weather for a funeral, even if there was no body to bury. Alessia stood at the edge of the clearing, the hem of her simple black dress soaked through and clinging to her ankles. The pack stood before her, a sea of somber faces, but their grief wasn't for her. It was for Alpha Kael, the brave leader who had fallen in a rogue attack just two days ago.