The Rogue Alpha's Bride
My chest felt tight, like the air had been sucked from the room.
“I swear on my life,” I said, my voice low but full of fire, “whoever did this… whoever took her from us… will pay.”
Later That Night – Rya’s Burial
The river glowed under the moonlight. The stars reflected off the water, quiet and cold.
Rya’s body was wrapped carefully in white cloth, laid atop wooden planks tied together. Flowers were placed gently beside her head, and her favorite dagger rested near her hand.
All the werewolves stood in two long, straight lines, each holding a torch of fire. The flames flickered silently, casting shadows on every face.
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