Elder Charles's steps were slow and deliberate as he moved away from the gathering of mourning pack members. The night had grown darker, and the moon's feeble light barely penetrated the thick canopy of the forest. He cast a glance back at the solemn ceremony, where the Lycan and the pack honored Kiara's disappearance.
With a heavy heart, he continued walking until he reached the edge of the burnt area, where the remnants of the fire still smoldered. The charred ruins of the house stood as a stark reminder of the tragedy that had unfolded.
Charles couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease, his thoughts a swirling tempest of uncertainty. He muttered softly to himself, his voice barely audible in the quiet of the night, "What exactly is your plan..."
