The Rise of an Alpha Were-Jaguar

Chapter 62

THE PROCESSION was long and slow. There was a lazy drizzle in the air like the rain and sun were battling on who to come out, but the rain was winning because the sun has disappeared, covered by a thick mist while light breeze carried the little drizzle of rain.

Alpha Jamie and Alpha Preston led the march, all on black, they led the rest of the pack to the burial ground. To the pack’s cemetery.

They crossed the threshold of the cemetery and walked into the deeper section. To the section reserved for special situations. Situations like this, when a werewolf dies in its wolf form and doesn’t shift back to human.

A hole had been dug already.

They formed a semi circle around the dug grave and two men stepped forward to lower the coffin.

Some women could be seen sobbing, and either consciously or unconsciously, they were leaning a bit to a dark haired woman who was pouring tears into a black handkerchief.

She was Jeffrey’s mother and her husband, a tall man with an imposing figu