Sebastian's POV
"He's dead..." I said in disbelief. Mia touched my shoulder but I shook it off, "He needs to buried. Properly... Get the wolfsbane." Mia nodded disappearing into the next room. "Tyler, Quinn, go get some shovels." They nodded leaving the pack house silently. Jake stared at the body in front of me with tears down his face.
"There has to be a way to save him." Jake said panicked.
"Don't you get it! He's dead!" I screamed. I started breathing heavily needing to shift. My fangs extended along with my claws, scratching them deeply into the table. I growled making the pack step back. "I'm the alpha now." I growled.
"Who said you get to be alpha?" Someone asked.
"Does anyone want to challenge me for the position?" I asked. No one spoke as they stared at me, "Good. Now we will give him a proper werewolf burial. Then we will go from there." Mia returned carrying rope and a bushel of wolfsbane.
"Jake, watch the body." I tilted my head towards the door signalling Mia to follow me. "Got the shovels?" I asked as we approached the boys. They nodded holding them up.
"Where are we going to bury him?" Tyler asked staring at me.
"Somewhere sacred, but not so people could stumble upon it." Mia said making me nod.
"By the old burnt down barn, I mean he bit almost all of us there." My mind went back to when I was bitten but that night always shifted my thoughts to the night Trina died.
"Okay let's bury him there. It's not far from here."
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I wiped my brow to clear the sweat dripping into my eyes. Quinn and Tyler were breathing heavily by my side with giant sweat stains down their backs. "I think it's deep enough." Mia commented holding the flashlight over us.
With a grunt each of us pulled ourselves out of the newly made hole. We were silent as we stared at the fading full moon, one month of no stupid changing. At least, that's what I told myself. Walking back to the pack house in silence Mia grabbed ahold of my hand and squeezed it gently. This was hard for all of us. We weren't the first products of his creations, but we still had a strong connection to the one that turned us.
The others, that he had turned or had join him usually didn't stay around. Meaning they joined other packs, mostly to get information. I didn't see them around much but the news of his death could not travel. We would be seen as vulnerable and we would fall. And there was one pack who wanted us down on our knees the most; the Winter Mountain Pack.
I growled at the thought making Mia squeeze my hand once more. If the others of our pack found out about his death they would most likely come here to claim the title of alpha, and I couldn't allow that. I needed to get ready, get stronger so I could hold my position and protect my pack.
I hadn't even realized I entered the pack house until Mia's hand slipped out of mine. I focused on his body laying on the table... Dead echoed through my mind. Mia gave me a sad look and walked over with the rest of us. Jake and the other backed off watching us carefully.
Tyler grabbed the old white sheet and laid it across the table after Quinn and I lifted him from the table surface. Once he was placed on the sheet Mia carefully wrapped it around his entire body tightly, tying it securely with the rope from earlier. Next was the wolfsbane.
Wolfsbane was like poison to our kind, I'm sure I mentioned before. But there were only a few types that could seriously harm us. With enough of this stuff we would die from its toxins but with this little amount it would only make us uncomfortable for the walk back to the burnt down barn. Wolfsbane is sacred to our kind even though it can harm us. Using it in burials is a symbol a loss but also a symbol a strength.
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Winter Wolf
Werewolf-Book One in the Winter Wolf Series- Amelia Winters had a normal life. Parents who loved her, a home, friends. Everything she ever needed. It was normal until her father lost his job and she had to leave her old life behind to move in with her gran...
