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~Lisa's POV
They came for his body at sunrise.
I didn't even hear the knock. The sound of footsteps and the soft creak of the floorboards woke me, but for a moment, I thought it was him. I thought I'd open my eyes and see Papa standing there, telling me I'd slept in too late, his voice warm and teasing. But when I blinked into the dim, grey light of morning, the truth hit me again, heavy and sharp.
It wasn't him.
The door opened, and two werewolves stepped inside. They were from the pack, both tall, with the same cold look in their eyes, the kind that slid over me like I was barely worth noticing. One of them carried a folded piece of shimmering cloth, silver threads catching the light. The other had a small bundle of herbs tied with string.
They didn't say anything to me at first. Just looked at my father's body, then at each other. Finally, the older one spoke.
"It's time."
My voice came out hoarse. "Time for what?"
