The sonata that fills the mountain air is one that is both mournful and alien. The voice of our new queen, reverberating off the mountain slopes and echoing through the valleys between... calling us all back to the sight where our Shaman Queen rested for the rest of eternity, locked in the embrace of her steadfast King.

I come to the harkened summons, though I am not hurried, for my large paws are heavy with the burden of this loss, as we all are. At least, those of us that knew the reigning pair. Many would say that Moonglow and Alcide were neglectful... but I had never thought it so. One or the other of them were always here when they were needed, and they had always been kind, patient and hospitable to any that sought refuge upon their mountain vista.

I arrive in time to see the new Queen, her head ducked low and close to Moonglow's figure, whispering words of sorrow. Her pink lemonade gaze lifts to meet mine, and I am struck by the eerie resemblance they hold to that of my father's first Imprint: Fatality. In fact, there is much about her that reminds me of both my father's chosen mates, including my own mother Atreyu. I do not know if this is a good omen or not... after all Atreyu and Fatality were both infamous for their bad attitudes and flaring tempers.

My gargantuan stature towers above her, and even that of her newly acquired body-guard. I remembered Skully from the time when Alice had brought the troupe of traveling Gypsies to Spirane so that they could weather the winter with us. Moonglow's own first born daughter Orca had been among them. Now he looks upon the former Alphess as if she had been nothing. I can see it in the deadness of the Shemale's eyes, though his actions might fool others.

I do not like that look in his eyes, as though he would turn on any one of us at the drop of a bone. I make it a mental note to keep a close tab on him, for I would protect the wolves of Spirane, even from Other wolves of Spirane. He speaks a solemn prayer in the language of the Angels, and I know the words for my Imprint has taught me. I wish she were here now, her absence a painful blight on this already most grievous of days... Would Reyja ever return? Would I be forced to live out my days alone, without Imprint or Mate? I fear what monster I might become without my Angel to keep my Demons at bay. I am the Son of Monsters, after all.. and their blood runs thick in my veins.

How easy would it be, now that I am inundated by these foreboding forces, for me to revert back to that more feral, more savage side of myself? The very notion brings a sick, sinking feeling to the pit of my stomach.

Deep indigo gaze stares out from black bandit's mask, a stark penetrating look that focuses upon this Purge, attempting to unravel the mystery that surrounds her. I cannot decide whether or not her actions are genuine or simply a face to gain the good graces of those that have chosen to stay on the mountain in the aftermath of what has been done.

Perhaps it truly had been an accident, but I have not forgotten Purge's blood-thirsting ambitions had been set upon Diveen long before Spirane... and not once but twice. At least she seemed to be putting forth some effort to try and reach out to We that still remain. I feel I should give this Alphess a chance, but some part of me fears I'll be disappointed. I glance around stoically, saying nothing as I wait to see if others would come.

It was an honorable thing, to see that the pair was buried, and after hearing her instruction I simply nod my head in affirmation and circle the area wide... taking my time to choose a stone befitting such a noble Queen and King. Finally, I discover a small deep green stone, wrapped in lighter green rings. I recall a healer once telling me the stone was called Jade. I gently plucked it from the Earth with my robust muzzle and return to the burial mound to place it beside the Headstone.

"Though Lovers Be Lost, Love Shall Not; And Death shall have no Dominion..."

I spoke in a deep, handsome timbre.