King Braedon POV
James was patient. "Braedon I can instruct the other men to help me burn him, away from here and leave his carcass for the animals to feast on if that's what you want?" he suggested drily.
I tried not to blanch at that image, my eyes narrowing. "Do it" I exhaled, giving him the order and feeling a weight lift off my shoulders "I have no desire for a gravesite to visit and neither does Sarah. As far as we're concerned he is no flesh and blood of ours."
James nodded. I cast one last glance at my father's body lying prone on the grass and then turned on my heel, walking back to the pack house.
The house was eerily silent as I walked back in. Most other pack members had gone back to sleep, James having informed them it was safe to do so. I could hear Blair walking back a
