KIRA

Adrian's funeral was held three days later.

The entire pack attended. Warriors he'd trained. Captives he'd saved. People whose lives he'd touched in his twenty-year crusade against Silas.

I stood beside Dante at the front, watching them burn Adrian's body on a funeral pyre according to wolf tradition. Watching the smoke rise into the grey sky.

Dante had insisted on speaking.

"Adrian Silvermane was a hero," he said, his voice carrying across the assembled crowd. "Not because he won ...