The funeral night, the moon sat in the sky, though not as full as the previous nights, it was half shaped and it's curves were perfect, but still it shone it's light beautifully and generously, giving light to the environment.

The death of the Alpha king had struck a blow through the hearts of the occupants of the blue moon pack, causing a mourning that wouldn't seem to end even at the venue of the funeral.

They stood at the bank of the ocean, where the waters moved with an energy beyond imagination. It felt as though even nature itself had felt the demise which had befallen the blue moon...