The scent of burning wood and sacred herbs filled the night air as the pack and their allies gathered in solemn remembrance. The clearing was illuminated by the flickering glow of pyres, each flame stretching toward the heavens in a final farewell to the fallen.
The fae stood with their luminescent wings dimmed in reverence, the vampires cloaked in shadows, and the witches whispering incantations of peace and protection. Tonight, only grief, gratitude, and a sense of unity.
A hush fell over the crowd as each faction's leader stepped forward to speak. Ethan stood tall, his gaze scanning the gathered warriors. "We honor those who gave their lives so we could stand here today," he said. "We will not let their sacrifice be in vain."