Chapter 68. A Great Loss

Sansa's Pov 

In the midst of the burial, I struggled with the agony of progressively discovering my true identity and the bizarre half-werewolf symptoms that had plagued me. Questions lingered like haunting shadows. Why had my father and grandfather kept my half-werewolf blood hidden from me? Why had I remained unknown to my people for so long? Was it to keep me from joining a pack and becoming a human, or was there a deeper, darker motive, possibly including Xavier?

Xavier's voice broke through my thoughts, apologizing for his inability to save them. "I'm sorry I couldn't save them. I am deeply sorry for your loss." 

His remarks reminded me of the Oak Pack's funeral gathering, which I had no idea existed until now. My curiosity was piqued as I realized there were many buried secrets yet to be discovered.

In the midst of the solemn atmosphere, butterflies fluttered around and birds perched silently on the trees, adding to the gravity of