Chapter 8​

“All I can do now is light a lamp for her, pray for her next life, and seek forgiveness.” Kael' voice trembled, unsteady like a newborn cub' first steps. “Master, your sins may be atoned for with a lamp, but how can I ever atone for mine?”​ The monk said nothing, his gaze drifting past Kael' shoulder. When Kael turned, he found the human scribe from before.​ “Master,” the scribe said, bowing, “I've come to pay respects to nameless.”​ Kael followed them to a moss - covered hillock where a weathered stone stood, etched with a single word: Nameless. “Who is buried here?” His voice cracked.​ “You already know, Alpha .”​ Kael' vision blurred. Elara had begged the Moon Goddess for two things: his safety... and her child' soul. The tiny grave before him held the remains of a pup who'd never drawn a proper breath, never known a parent' touch.​ “He had my eyes. Her mouth.”​ “The Lady said no one in the Wood or Miller packs would love him,” the scribe interjected, his