234: The Funeral

SCARLETT

Life over the week had been a painful blur.

One that was caused by the endless tears I’d shed upon losing my mother right before we formed a real bond. I stayed locked in my room, having no appetite and no desire to interact with any thing asides my kindle tablet.

But today, I had to face the Vaughn brothers again, as well as their pack, because it was my mom and Alpha Vaughn’s joint funeral.

It was hard not to relive the pain I’d been struggling to heal from in the last few days, but there was no way I’d miss a chance to say farewell to my mother, so I decided to only replay the amazing and dear memories of her last days for the rest of the afternoon.

Smiling weakly, I looked at my straight black dress with a sweetheart neckline one last time before throwing on a black church crown and heading out of my room for the first time in forever. My heart aches to walk down the stairs knowing my mother would never walk them again, but I refused to cry anymore.

I’d even run out