Zevran.
The air was unusually still. Unusually cold and filled with a kind of strange solemn energy that I found quite unusual as well.
The last time I felt this way was my father's funeral, and that was strange… especially since this was another funeral as well.
At the front of the hall where a very large portrait of Alpha Jarek Frostclaw stood, the choir hummed a sad note under their breaths, the music was solemn and chilly, causing goosebumps to sprout all over my skin. There was a priest at the front who was in charge of the funeral procession… and then beside me…
…beside me, Leilani stood.
Her arms were crossed over her chest. Her hair was the messiest I have ever seen, styled into a messy bun. She was dressed in a large black faded hoodie and pair of free black pants that covered most of her body, even down to her black boots.
Her eyes were shielded behind large unnecessary sunglasses, but everyone around knew just why she had it on.
