Chapter 48.

It was quiet today, nothing but the sounds of the trees softly flowing through the gentle warm breeze and the slow shuffle of shoes moving along the grass. The sun was hot, beating down against our backs and the sky was clear and cheerful, the complete opposite to the grieving and grim faces of the entire pack.

We had all made our way from our homes and gathered along the burial field that was secluded behind the lake. The last time I was here was for Anya. The day my father and our neighbour had to practically carry my uncle between them all the way back to our house, and that night was when his anger first exploded and destroyed pretty much everything in our sitting room. My mother had whisked me off so quickly to the safety of my bedroom and told me to lock my door. I didn’t see any more of the chaos, but I could hear it… the smashing, his growling, my father shouting for him to calm down whilst my mother screamed and cried, begging for him to stop. By the next morning everything i