The preparations for the funeral continued swiftly, and by the time it was almost sunset, everything had been prepared for the eleven wolves that had lost their lives protecting the pack.
The bodies had been gathered, and placed in the center of the town, where everyone had gathered to pay their respects. Once everyone had said their final goodbyes, the bodies were loaded onto wooden pyres, and the pack prepared to transform into wolves.
Before they could, however, more wolves arrived from the road that would lead to the boundary. And Layla spotted Henry at the head of the arriving wolves.
How long had it been since she had seen him, now? She couldn't say. She had thought of him every single day since they had been apart. And though she had been longing for him, now that she saw him, she wanted nothing more than for him to just leave.
