Novel & Cerita Coffin Undertaker

I said through gritted teeth. There was no other relief that could compare to the King retiring to his room for the night and leaving the wolves to grieve. As a community, we huddled together in our designated field meant for last rites. While building up Cole’s funeral pyre, the wolves began to hum the simple, somber song as part of our letting go ritual. Being Alpha, it was my job to light the pyre. With my torch in hand, I walked forward to say goodbye.

I take a step towards it, clueless to find a small coffin that has been buried under a cross. This wasn’t the pack cemetery, why would this be here, unless it was for an animal. Strange…the coffin is empty anyhow.

I ordered confidently. “Sure ma’am”. He answered and with one loud clap he gave the undertakers came in. They were about six of them, hefty looking well-fed men with biceps. Their suits were a uniform black, well-tailored to fit each person perfectly. They didn’t say a word, just a nod as they reached us. They moved in a single file and took their positions, three on each side. I watched them lift the casket like it was nothing to them. I couldn’t blame them at all. This was their job, the same one that puts food on their table just like mine.