ALPHA KEENAN ARES
Death itself is not always difficult to comprehend, but the funeral is, I might have disliked my father’s advice in his last days, but he was my old man.
He made me who I am today, and I wouldn’t be a great leader, of course, without his touch. He always complimented me, and that was one thing I loved about my father. He was a rare gem, someone I would never find a replacement for, and I knew that he was gone, gone forever.
It was clear that I was currently drowning in my sorrows, as my feet marched into this black abyss. All I could hear was the heavy pounding of feet, as the rest of the pack marched with us to the river, marching towards us. Our usual burial ceremony, at midnight, is when we lay my father to rest. He had fought his journey well, and he deserved some
