An ominous bell tolled throughout the West Pack at intervals, its resonant sound reminding everyone that today was Alpha Henry's burial.
The streets were lined with pack members who had left their homes early, standing shoulder to shoulder along the roads where Henry's body would pass. Everyone was dressed in black, their solemn expressions reflecting the gravity of the day.
The procession began at the entrance of the packhouse. Four Deltas emerged, carrying Alpha Henry's "supposed" body on a stone slab etched with the West pack's sigil.
The truth was, there had been no body to recover. The explosion was so consuming that not even a single bone had been salvaged from the incident. All Asher had been able to gather were the ashes left at the site of his father's death.
