?Chapter 309:


    As they entered, the aristocrats and officials followed in orderly fashion, maintaining a decorum that matched the gravity of the asion.


    Our group was next in line, and we followed them into the cemetery. As I stepped inside, I was taken aback to see Molly among the crowd. She was simply dressed, her elegance understated, standing quietly amidst the others. Though surprised to see her there, it wasn’t entirely unexpected—after all, she was Hayley’s sister.


    Inside the cemetery, the candlelight flickered across the ancient carvings on the walls, casting shadows that danced with the melody of the requiem. An aura of antiquity and sacredness enveloped us, and the ceremony reached its peak. Standing at the back, we bowed our heads in unison, our movements precise and respectful. The priest’s voice, low and resonant, began to recite the eulogy, drawing everyone into the solemnity of the moment, the weight of time pressing upon us all.


    When the final note of the eulogy faded, a profound silence filled the cemetery. Then, the worship ceremony began in earnest. The ritual was meticulously ordered. Leonardo led the procession to the altar, his every movement dignified and sincere. Each time he knelt, it was with a gravity befitting his station. Following him, the princes and nobles approached the altar, eachpleting their tribute to the ancestors with the utmost respect.


    Finally, it was time for the women to participate. When my turn came, the gravity of the asion weighed heavily on me, and I moved forward with careful reverence. Alice and I stepped up, both of us wearing serious expressions.


    As we made our way back to our ce in the queue, Molly followed us and knelt down slowly. As I passed by her, I felt something—an almost imperceptible touch on my heart. It was so fleeting that I wasn’t sure if it had really happened, leaving me to wonder if it was just my imagination. I returned to my spot and watched as Molly, guided by the priest,pleted her act of worship.


    But as the ceremony neared its end, something extraordinary happened. The tombstone of the werewolf ancestors began to emit a soft, bright light, as if responding to some unseen force. The light seemed alive, flowing gently and illuminating the entire cemetery, leaving everyone in stunned silence. What was even more astonishing was that Molly, at that moment, became surrounded by a soft white light that mirrored the glow from the tombstone, linking the two in a way that left everyone present in awe.


    Makenna’s POV:


    The strange light vanished as quickly as it had appeared, leaving everyone bewildered, exchanging puzzled nces. It felt as though the entire experience had been a dream—so fleeting yet so vivid.


    “Oh my God! Did you see that? It felt sacred!”


    “Was it a miraculous sign? Did the spirit of our werewolf ancestor actually descend from heaven?”


    As the shock gradually subsided, murmurs of disbelief and spection filled the air. Leonardo’s face mirrored the surprise of those around him. His eyes scanned the crowd, eventuallynding on Molly.


    “Did you sense anything just now?” he asked Molly, his voice carrying a weight of expectation.


    Molly, still dazed by the sudden attention, appeared even more confused. I watched her, noticing the bewilderment in her eyes. She stood there, stunned, clearly struggling to grasp what had just happened. But then, as if a switch had been flipped, Molly’s expression shifted to one of deep reverence.


    In the stillness of the cemetery, her sweet voice rang out clearly. “Your Majesty, I… I believe I saw the holy light. The image of our werewolf ancestor shed before me. It seemed as though he was praying and bestowing blessings upon us.”


    The crowd erupted in astonishment. Standing close to me, Alice nudged my elbow and whispered, “Makenna, did you see the light?”


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