C72 After mourning

Third Person

The morning sun cast a gentle glow over the Red Moon Pack territory, but for Ethan, the day held a weight that eclipsed the warmth of the sunlight. The events of the previous day, the solemn procession, and the final farewell to his mother, Sena, lingered in the air like a palpable ache. He awoke to the murmur of the pack outside his window