FIRE AND THUNDER

Lucille glanced at the urn on the shelf, her mind racing with many thoughts and feelings. Normally, they would just dig a hole and place the wolf inside, but because they had adapted to human customs, they handled things differently. Instead of just burying the dead, they would wrap it in a cloth first, and once a wolf of great status died, they would burn the body and scatter the ashes in the forest separating Wolfvile from normal human civilization or, as they prefer to call it, the human world.

“You didn't deserve to die so shamelessly. You didn't deserve it.” Lucille muttered, clenching her fists. She couldn't accept the fact that Rebecca was allowed to go free. She wanted her gone, if not dead then banished from the pack. She won't accept her for her son, not in this lifetime or the next to come.

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts and she finally tore her gaze from the urn and towards the door. “Who is it?” She asked softly. Unlike Tyler, she knew how to conceal her em