He was closest to the howl. The Beta-to-be made the island his home, so he was the first to rise when Lecter announced his departure. A trip into darkness that he would never return from. His head tipped back to join the call Sitri started, that Tyrande continued, a song of mourning and sadness. Now he was officially Beta, and though he felt some pride, he felt sad too. They had lost their second leader, a man he respected and even trusted. What a waste, but that was how the world was.
The Beta made his way to where the howl began and looked with cold eyes at the tomb Lecter made for himself and his mate. Sitri was there already, covering the hole that the witch made. Silently, Kaname joined the task, paws dragging the dirt over the pale bodies intertwined in their final resting place.