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[mature content ahead: strong sexual content]

It was pouring the day of dad's funeral. I stood next to my mother as she cried over my father's casket and made a vow to never see her like this again. Warriors held umbrellas over our heads and my second and third in command stood behind us. One by one, each member of the pack went up and paid their respects to their dead Alpha King... I stared on, my mind empty as the elders spook of his hard work over the years and the legacy he was leaving behind. I didn't look as I heard my mother's silent cries. I stepped from beneath the umbrellas and tilted my head towards the grey skies, the rain instantly drenching me. "Ermm, Elias...it's time."  I was interrupted from my moment of silence. Bishop, my second in command had mind linked me. I tore my eyes from the sky and glanced over to where he stood, next to my father's casket, along with my third in command and three other warriors. "Let's get this over with..."  I replied, walking over to my father's casket. Everything fell silent, and time stood still as we lifted my father from the ground and brought him into the old mausoleum...

It had been a week since we laid my father to rest. The air was held a heavy scent of loss, and none of us could escape as it had clung itself to every corner of the kingdom. Grief had taken root in their hearts, especially my mother's. Every time she spoke to me, it seemed to be a chore or a task. The sorrow behind her eyes, said all it needed to. She'd lost her mate. It was as if my father had left a deep void that couldn't be filled. But whilst everyone else got to grieve, I still had duties. Over the week, while watching my pack members, I began to think about the role my father had left for me--Alpha King. The weight the title alone held was far too much but I no longer had a choice. This was what I was born to do. Though they all grieved, the pack's loyalty to the crown remained unshaken, yet they, too, were lost without the firm guidance of my father, their true king. They now had me to look to for guidance, expectation clear in their eyes, and all it did was make me hate what this title came with even more. How could I lead an entire kingdom of werewolves when I still had much to learn myself? The future of the kingdom was now in my hands, and with it, the legacy of the werewolf king. The only person I could ever talk to about these things was, my father. Seeing him once more would probably fix a lot of things happening with the pack...and with me. Grabbing a pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt, I quickly dressed and moved with purpose.

The moon's dim light filtered through the stained glass windows of my family's mausoleum. I managed to ditch my guards and finally stood alone, shoulders burning with the weight of the grief I'd felt. The cold stone walls echoed the silence, my breathing the only thing that could be heard, as I gazed at he engraved name of my late father. Reaching out, I hesitated, pulling my hand to my chest, trying to tame my heart that was beating loudly. Grunting, I gently traced the letters, silently promising to honour the legacy passed down to me through years of blood and pain. Setting down the candle I brought, I took a lighter from my jeans pocket and lit the wick. Sitting there, I finally allowed myself to feel every emotion I wasn't allowing myself to show my pack. The sadness I'd been feeling, ran deeper than the centuries-old tomb surrounding me. I'd finally gotten a chance to come see him, pay my respects...but also to seek strength, the same strength my father had when tall these newfound responsibilities rested heavily on his shoulders. Alone, in the silence and stillness of it all, I whispered a prayer to the Moon Goddess, repeating words of remembrance and vowing to protect the pack as my father once had. The great Alpha King...dead. "Don't worry Dad, when I find out who did this, I'll have their head on display for the entire kingdom to see." Beads of sweat rolled down my face, I felt my wolf, stirring restlessly, craving the freedom of the night.