Layla's POV"Layla. Put the rose into the casket and bid goodbye to your mother."I lifted my head and saw the dark, solemn, and motionless face of my father. My mother, Luna of the Kingfisher Pack, the only legally wedded wife of my father, Alpha Derek, lay frozen in her gold-plated casket. The first drop of rain fell on my mother's pale, lifeless face. It stayed there as if it was her tear. I wondered why she wouldn't wipe it off her face, as if she would always do it when she was left alone in her tent at night.The rain poured down relentlessly, each droplet falling heavily from the gray sky. It was as if the heavens themselves were mourning the loss of a cherished soul. I stretched out my arm, trying to touch her face, but I was held up by a giant pair of hands. It was the hands of my father. He picked me up in his arms. "Your mother is dead, Layla," he said in a smokey, distant voice. I was only six years old at that time. I was too young to conceptualize what death was,
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