The Alpha: Claiming His Enemy's Daughter novel Chapter 170

Chapter 170: I WILL STAND BY HIM

There was a small crest of black wolf, the crest of the Howling Wolf pack, on each slab and below it, there was a poem. _{fɾēewebnσveℓ.com}

** I hope the universe delivers my prayers to you,

I hope they jump over barriers to get to you,

I hope they cross the oceans to reach you,

I hope they finally bring me back to you.

I miss you, I will see you soon. **

Josh Desgar Nortern of Howling Wolf pack, may your soul rest in peace until the day we are together again.

** And through these prayers, I ask the universe to keep you warm, despite the cold that tries to creep in, to hold you tight when you feel like sinking, to wipe your tears that are falling,

To let you know that you are loved. **

Crystal Nortern of Howling Wolf pack, may your soul rest in peace until the day we are together again.

The other three were small coffins that belonged to Rora Nortern and Edgar Nortern, Cane’s twin siblings and the smallest one was Jedith Nortern’s, Cane’s first born, the poor baby that was not even given a chance to live in this world. The baby that was ripped out of his mother’s womb.

Iris had never mourned anyone before, she didn’t know much about how to do it either. Every pack had their own tradition that they followed, thus she stayed silently behind Cane’s back, staring at the poem.

Cane tapped her shoulder. "Put the silver coins on the coffins," he said. His voice was soft and solemn.

The coffins were only artificial, since the remains of his parents had never been found, while the other three managed to be preserved because of Iris.

Cane took the urns from below the tree on the hill and brought them back home after a decade. The place that they belonged to.

This place was so quiet and warm, as if there was nothing that could disturb the tranquility in the air surrounding. Iris felt like they were in a different world entirely and her mind wouldn’t stop playing ’what ifs’.

What if her father didn’t attack them? What if they survived the attack?

The answers were far too simple, these people would still be alive now. Meanwhile, his twin siblings would be around her age, only they were frozen in time already.

Below the small coffins there was a poem, the same poem that Iris had carved on the root of the tree for them.

Somehow, Iris felt suffocated. She felt a lump in her throat when she put the silver coins on each of the coffins. Her vision was blurry because of her tears.

Her hands were shaking when she offered the silver coins. She bit her lip to prevent herself from crying. They were so young and the baby was not even born then.

Iris knew what her father had done to them down to every detail and to remember such a painful thing right now, Iris felt her heart being torn apart. It took everything in her not to break down, crying.