C37 The Truth?

***Ryker***

I stood silently at the pack's natural burial grounds trying to face up to the old werewolf departure. The place was covered by white and yellow flower meadows, surrounded by trees. The serene scenery and the tranquil weather assuaged my inner poignant grief.

My mother embraced my mate as she let out plaintive sobs. Her shoulders shook with every cry that raked through her