I stood in the rain, watching my parents be lowered into their final resting place. Denny stood beside me with a stony expression that mirrored the feelings raging in my gut. I thought my parents were the only losses of the attack, but as I stand here, I count seven pack members aside from my parents being put to rest today. Axel and Atlas are at the front of the crowd. I can see the anger crossing their beautiful faces at the loss of their pack members.
"It's time to go." Denny's voice was so broken I could tell his demeanor was all a facade. After I was released from the hospital yesterday, we sat in his living room just crying for our loss, drinking expensive whiskey and telling stories of our parents until we passed out on the couch.
"Just a while longer, Den." I'm not ready to leave
