Chapter 79

The rain came down in a relentless cascade, each drops a reminder that my father, Lycan King Xavier, had died.

As I stood amidst the solemn gravestones, the pitter-patter of raindrops echoed through the cemetery, blending with the soft sobs of mourning souls.

I held tightly onto the umbrella, its canopy providing a feeble shield against the downpour, while my wife stood beside me, her presence a comforting anchor amidst my grief.

I love my father. He wasn't a good husband, but he was a good person to our people in Silver Pack.

He has done good and bad deeds. When he committed mistakes, I knew that he was just doing that for the sake of our pack. He managed the pack with his blood, sweat, and tears.

Sylvia looked at me after she has done her few words for my father. It was my turn to speak.

I grab the microphone and turn to everyone in front of our pack members. With a deep sigh, I begin to speak.

"My father and I didn't have a good relationship at the start. I was a rebellious child,