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~Alex's POV
The journey back to the pack was somber, the air thick with grief and exhaustion. The battle had been won, but victory felt hollow with the weight of loss pressing down on us. My mother, the Luna, the heart of our pack, was gone. And now, it was time to lay her to rest.
As we approached the pack's territory, the familiar scent of home brought no comfort. Instead, it was a reminder of what had been taken from us. The gates opened, and the pack members lined the pathway, their heads bowed in silent mourning. Some had tears in their eyes, others clenched their fists, struggling to hold back their emotions.
