Janet looked at Nick, walking back towards her. She'd taken in the entire funeral with the images of her killing the wolf super-imposed over this whole ordeal. She was a monster. She'd caused the death of two people. And this one had a loving family mourning him. She couldn't shake the image of the son trying to be brave while watching his father burn. She swayed slightly and nearly bumped into the graceful Hanna who had been standing next to her.
“The smoke is a bit unsettling,” Hana whispered to Janet in an understanding tone. “Especially since we who solely worship the moon goddess don’t burn our dead. You'll be fine once we go inside," Hanna ended decidedly, thinking she was helping Janet.
But she wasn't. Nothing would ever be the same again. Janet would never be fine.
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