The burial rights for Mace and the rest of the deceased werewolves were performed the moment the moon surfaced over the clouds. Simon poured himself a cup of whiskey and drank it before pouring it over the fire to put it out. Scarlett locked her gaze on him, smiling with the reassurance that she would be there for him whenever he needed it.
Simon was curious about Adolpha and Anton's whereabouts. They never showed up for anything. He sighed. "I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight."
"I understand how you feel, Simon. I completely do. Good job in completing this ritual."
Simon turned to the pack. "I appreciate everyone's presence. It means a lot that we're all here for our brothers and sisters who died in the fight. We will only go forward from now..." Following a gunshot, a scream was heard, cutting Simon off. He fixed his gaze on Scarlett. "Was that a..."
