The clouds were already low by the time the bus pulled into Erie. No rain, not yet \u2014 just that heavy stillness, like the sky knew what this stop meant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Diesel pulled into the narrow access road at Lakeside Cemetery<\/strong>, slowing to a respectful crawl. The old trees arched overhead, branches gently brushing one another in the wind. It wasn\u2019t dramatic. It was peaceful. Soft. As if the world itself was holding its breath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark was already standing before the bus stopped moving.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No one said a word. The pack followed his lead in silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They walked the gently sloping path until Mark stopped under a tall red maple, its leaves just starting to show hints of amber at the edges. Two headstones sat side-by-side beneath it, clean, weathered, and lovingly tended. The names were simple. Just Philip <\/strong>and Betty<\/strong>. Husband. Wife. Parents. Nothing flashy. Just\u2026 love, etched in stone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark crouched slowly between the graves, resting one clawed hand on each marker.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI\u2019ve brought you everyone,\u201d he said, voice barely above a whisper. \u201cMy family.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane stood closest behind him, head bowed, arms folded. Gabriel\u2019s ears were back, his tail still. Maya had her hand gently resting against Jonah\u2019s arm, who for once said absolutely nothing. Rico took his hat off. Emily, eyes already wet, held Cassie\u2019s hand without hesitation. Diesel stood apart, a few steps behind, hands folded in front of him in quiet deference. The pack was still. Present.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark kept his eyes on the stones.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His voice wavered for the first time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI know you weren\u2019t perfect. I know you didn\u2019t understand what I was becoming. I was wolf, and you accepted me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n A pause. A tremor in the air.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou never<\/em> made me feel less loved.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n A single tear dropped from his muzzle onto the grass between the markers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou called me your miracle,\u201d he whispered. \u201cSaid God gave you a wolf because this world needed one.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Gabriel wiped his face and looked away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark took a long, shaking breath and reached into his coat pocket. He pulled out a small object wrapped in cloth, then unwrapped it carefully: an old Lutherlyn name tag<\/strong>, cracked and sun-faded, his childhood scrawl still barely legible. He placed it gently at the base of the headstone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI remember that summer,\u201d he murmured. \u201cDad teaching campfire songs. Mom roasting marshmallows with those burnt edges she liked.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n He swallowed hard. \u201cThat\u2019s who you were. And that\u2019s who I still carry.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Thane knelt beside him, saying nothing. Just letting his presence be felt. One paw gently resting over Mark\u2019s. The gesture said I\u2019m here. You\u2019re not alone.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark finally turned to the rest of the pack, eyes rimmed in red, but calm now. Centered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI don\u2019t want silence,\u201d he said. \u201cNot here. If you knew them \u2014 or knew me<\/em> \u2014 say something. I think they\u2019d like that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n There was a moment of hesitation, then Gabriel cleared his throat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI never met them,\u201d he said softly. \u201cBut I know they raised someone who holds this whole circus together. And that\u2019s not something you can fake. That comes from love.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Rico nodded. \u201cYou were the first one who made me feel like this wasn\u2019t just a job. Like I belonged<\/em>. That had to come from somewhere.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Jonah stepped forward, looking awkward but sincere. \u201cYou yell at me like my uncle did. He was the only one who believed I\u2019d amount to anything.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark chuckled once \u2014 gruff and wet with emotion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cassie looked toward the headstones. \u201cIf they were anything like you, they were probably fierce, stubborn, and too kind for their own good.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Maya added, \u201c…and probably great with tools.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Diesel finally spoke, his deep voice low and steady. \u201cI\u2019ve seen a lot of grief on this road. But the way you carry it? That\u2019s strength. And that\u2019s legacy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark didn\u2019t cry again. He just nodded, eyes locked on the grave, claws buried in the grass like roots.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI just wanted them to see what I\u2019ve built,\u201d he said softly. \u201cWhat we\u2019ve<\/em> built.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThey do,\u201d Thane said quietly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mark didn\u2019t answer, but he didn\u2019t need to. 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