Unsubmissive Omega (Leongatha Pack Tales #4)

Prologue

“He’s gone.”

The hardest words I’d ever had to say.

I looked around at the gathered pack members. Silent tears were falling, there were some sniffles, noses blown. Erebius had been a much-loved pack leader and he’d done a lot for his pack. They were big shoes to fill.

I shifted, lifted my muzzle and began the death howl.

One by one, other voices joined me until the entire pack was singing for its Alpha, sending his spirit on its way to join the Goddess and the wolves who had passed before.

The night was filled with our mournful cry, rolling and reverberating around the hills and soaring up high.

The night was still, listening to our cry, no other animals interrupted our song, no birds flew overhead.

Finally, the tone of the howl altered, became more uplifting as it passed from sorrow to a celebration of a life well lived.

And then, the song died away as each voice gradually withdrew from the chorus, until the last notes of the song echoed around the hills one last time and then faded into silence.