Chapter 508: THE NIGHT OF THE FUNERAL (2)
Once Iris stepped out of the bedroom, she could see how dark it was in the corridor, while the only source of light was from the candles that two of the warriors held and the pale light from the moon in the dark sky.
The two warriors were not part of the seven warriors that were supposed to follow her. She had seen the two of them a few times before, but Iris said nothing, it was not an important matter in her mind right now.
The two warriors handed one of the candles in their hands to Iris and Cane, this little light reminded her of the light she created to calm the souls of the fallen warrior when they were in the Goffa mountain. She felt so bad.
"Thank you," Iris murmured, as she received the candle and Cane took her hand, as he led the way.
Outside the pack house, people had gathered together, as they held little candles in their hands. They cried silently, as they chanted a song about a long journey. Their voices echoed softly under the dark sky, while the moon watched them from above, which made the funeral feel even more sacred.
The atmosphere was warm and the wind was not chilly, but one could feel the tension and serenity, the sadness and the relief, the helplessness and the hopefulness at the same time.
Amee had told her that the candles were to guide the souls of the dead, so they could go to the afterlife. It was a comfort to their souls, so they could leave this world in peace.
Iris wondered if the idea had any relation to the way she calmed the souls of the fallen warriors.
Thankfully, during one of their conversations, Cane explained to her about what they needed to do as the Alpha and the Luna to lead the ceremony. Since she couldn’t shift into a beast like the other shifters, there was nothing much she could do, except for standing next to Cane.
The Alpha walked his mate toward the river. They were outside of the pack house and on the west side of the pack, where you could see a river, their only source of water in this pack. It was the same river that flowed in the Goffa mountain.
Not too far from them, Iris could see Haco with a young girl, around the age of ten or twelve, who kept sobbing, while chanting the song. She clutched onto Haco’s cloak, holding the candles so tightly.