The moment Marianne stopped breathing was the moment I also died. My whole body felt numb. Yet, there was one thing that I felt. It was rage.
“Marianne!” I shouted from the top of my lungs in agony.
The whole pack became quiet. It was as if they all were in mourning with me. Even the Moon Goddess pitied me as the bright, clear sky quickly turned into black. A lightning storm had come upon the Black Ebony pack as if it described the feeling I had.
While Jeremy was still frolicking with his mistress, I arranged the funeral for my daughter. The Black Ebony pack members who sympathized with me attended the funeral. Most of them were smallfolk, not nobles. They were maids, cooks, and servants in the castle. They all knew how wonderful, lovely, and bright Marianne was, just like me. They were all grieving this angel with me.
Just like me, they were crying silently. My beautiful Marianne was gone like that. How could someone so pure like my angel die in vain? There was no way I could forgive this! I had to avenge my daughter! I had to!