Third Person's POV
As the memorial plaques came into view, every werewolf present was moved to tears.
The werewolf collective consciousness was linked, and when the pack's glory materialized as Alpha Bentley's memorial plaque shimmered in the snow, every wolf's nape gland resonated—a primal summons etched in their blood, the highest tribute to the fallen.
Lycan Erasmus stepped down from his carriage, his pine-and-amber pheromones parting the snow like an invisible force.
With a sweep of his hand, his bronze war bracelet clashed with his wolf-head emblem, producing a resonant chime. The sound, carrying blessings for the victorious, compelled lower-rank wolves to kneel.
As musicians struck their guitars in unison, drummers raised their mallets to a thunderous rhythm.
Then, the guitar m
