Chapter 568: Henry’s Wake keep


Chapter 568: Henry’s Wake keep

Tonight was the wake-keep ceremony for the late Alpha Henry.

Aside from the earlier commotion caused by Griffin and Violet’s escape, nothing monumental had happened since. For now, things had settled into an uneasy calm.

Tonight, they would mourn, and honor the fallen hero, Alpha Henry with proper respect. Then tomorrow, he will finally be laid to rest.

The ceremony was open to all members of the West Pack. Men, women, and even children were permitted to attend, and they had arrived in full force.

Rows of chairs stretched across the wide ceremonial grounds, perfectly aligned, creating neat pathways down the center. At the very front, an exclusive row of high-backed, cushioned chairs was set aside for the high-ranking wolves.

The entire place glowed with the soft light of torches and candles. The electricity had been deliberately turned off to honor tradition and give the night a sacred feel. The moment was heavy with grief, the scent of burning wax and incense saturating the air.

Members of the West pack sat in complete silence, their gazes lowered. Women clutched handkerchiefs or the hems of their dark mourning shawls, while men sat stiff-backed, their hands clasped tightly, and their jaws clenched. Even the usually restless children were subdued, their wide and innocent eyes reflecting the torchlight.

to toe, was the first to enter, and every head lifted. His expression was so stoic and unreadable, it looked like he was made

chorus that sent chills down people’s spines. Some dropped to their knees, clutching their heads, while others reached out desperately to touch Asher as

of sound. Tugging on Asher’s

He moved forward with unflinching resolve, letting their hands fall away as he passed

friend, relaxing when he realized he was good. Then he kept moving,

front, Asher took his reserved seat. Roman sat just beside him, and

the authority of his title. His presence radiated power that had all spines straightening and heads bowing without being told. The remaining Alphas and his


touch Elijah, their earlier wailing ceasing. The crowd

stride was regal and unhurried, his gaze sweeping over his subjects with

him. Though not as ornate as his throne back home,

The two figures sat side by side, one the heir of the

far end of the ceremonial grounds, Luna Patricia appeared, draped head to toe in mourning apparel. Her black gown flowed around her, a dark veil

She was not alone.

sync, as though the ritual had

raised stage at the heart of the grounds, where a massive framed

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