“He was not just a great warrior, he was my mate and the love of my life,” She said, her voice choked with emotion. “He fought with honor and courage until the very end. He will always be remembered as a true hero of our pack.”
Lupa then reached into a small pouch tied around her waist and pulled out a small vial of liquid. “This is the elixir of life,” she said, holding up the vial for all to see. He believed in the power of this elixir, and he believed that it could help our pack thrive and survive in even the most difficult of times.”
With that, Lupa poured the elixir onto the ground around the grave, letting it seep into the earth. “May the power of the elixir guide his spirit into the afterlife, and may it bring strength and vitality to our pack,” she said, before stepping back and joining the rest of the pack.
Several other pack members then stepped forward to share their own memories and tributes to the fallen warrior. Each one spoke with passion and reverence, their words a testament to the deep respect and admiration they had for their comrade.
As the last of the pack members left the grave side, Marcellus remained behind, staring at the freshly dug earth. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the flowers and the earth.
Then, he turned and made his way towards the center of the clearing, where the rest of the pack had gathered. They were now standing in a circle, facing each other, their eyes locked in a shared moment of grief and pain.
Without a word, Marcellus joined the circle, standing shoulder to shoulder with his fellow werewolves. Then, one by one, they began to sing, a haunting melody that spoke of loss, pain, and the unbreakable bond of the pack.
As they sang, the werewolves swayed gently back and forth, their voices rising and falling in a mournful chorus. They sang of the fallen warrior, relishing in the pain of his loss, but also of the ones they hadn’t found, the ones who were lost or missing.
*You take your sweet little time cause it’s all you’ve got, A darker day, a total eclipse, Snow falls on a borderline crime yet it’s somehow not , A plea of mercy lingers on these frozen lips, Why can’t you just let me in and be? Poseidon sends his waves to drag me far out to sea*
*If you could only see the beast you’ve made of me I held it in but now it seems you’ve set it running free Screaming in the dark, I howl when we’re apart Drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart*
*My fingers claw your skin, try to tear my way in You are the moon that breaks the night for which I have to howl My eyes seek you out, in the gathering crowd I’ll never be the same if we ever meet again*
*Won’t somebody help me tame this animal I have become I can’t escape myself, so many times I’ve lied But there’s still rage inside, somebody get me through this nightmare I can’t control myself*
*So what if you can see the darkest side of me No one will ever change this animal I have become Help me believe it’s not the real me Somebody help me tame this animal, go live, spirit flow, be happy, and we would have you in our hearts*.
Their voices echoed through the clearing, reaching out into the surrounding forest, as the pack members poured their hearts and souls into the song. For a few moments, the world around them faded away, and they were all that mattered, united in their grief and their love for each other.
Finally, the song came to an end, the last notes fading away into the night. The pack members remained silent for a few moments, their heads bowed in respect for their fallen comrade.
Then, one by one, they began to disperse, returning to their dens and their territories, their hearts heavy with loss, but also with a deep sense of pride and love for their pack.
As Marcellus made his way through the forest, his thoughts turned to the future. He knew that there would be more challenges and more losses, but he also knew that the pack would always endure, always stand strong, and always be there for each other, no matter what. For they were werewolves, fierce and loyal creatures of the night, and nothing could break their bond or their spirit.
Alpha Marcellus returned back home, his family, his parents, his best friend and mate all gathered in the sitting room.
His mate Morgana’s head was bowed down, he could feel the sadness radiating off her and he felt it too. His Pack members were in pain, most of them had lost someone and they didn’t even find them and the warrior they found was like also a burial for them, it ached in our hearts at how the pack was in pain.
Marcellus went to his Luna to comfort her and held her hand, “we will find them, and we will serve our dead right by doing what is right”.
“He will feel the pain that he has given us and we will have no mercy on him and when the time is right and we shall have that privilege, he will wish he never messed with the Phoenix Pack”, Morgana said, her head up high and the Luna in her speaking as everyone in the room agreed, nodding their heads and chanting softly.
“First off”, Marcellus said, “we are going to the Black Fangs Clan, I need some answers”, he then turned to Alex, “it’s only going to be a discussion, but Alex you will arrange warriors that will be on stand invisible, just Incase and then you will accompany me with few warriors “. Alex his Beta/best friend nodded taking note.
And Morgana stated in a calm but strong voice, “I’m coming with you”.