Last of her Pack

Chapter 11

"We shouldn't continue. This is a very sensitive time for us. I don't want to take advantage of you. Especially when your grieving." He said, looking down at the table. "Okay." was all I could respond with. Now I learned something new in this dire time of my life. I was ready to fully mate with Mateo. But he was right, we shouldn't do it now, and probably not when we get right back to Riverstone territory. Take some time to gather our thoughts, and we'll mate when we are both in a better head space, especially myself.

God I hope I can wait that long. 

I could barley sleep last night. I had set up the tent, wanting its comforting presence, but it didn't help. So, at about three in the morning, I went to the cemetery to dig my gramp's grave. There was a space between my dad and my grandfathers mate. It was wide enough to dig his grave, but still short enough so it didn't touch the others. I focused on partially shifting my hands into paws. I learned that if I focused hard enough, I could shift any of my body parts. 

I started to dig the hole with care, talking to my parents as I went. It was obviously a one sided conversation, but it was nice. Once the sun started to rise, I knew it was about time for me to be finished. I had dug about five and a feet down, but the length of the hole itself was fine. I shifted my paws back into my hands as I walked back to my tent. Mateo wasn't awake yet because he wasn't frantically looking for me yet. I crawled back into the tent, content that I got something done. 

I fell asleep exhausted, but it felt like I only just shut my eyes when I heard a loud blaring noise sound inside the tent. I rolled over, trying to cover my ears, but it was to no avail. I had only rolled over into a large, bare chest, that seemed to rumble underneath my head. I look up, and I'm met with two jade green, amusement filled eyes. I groaned and rolled back over, which only caused him to laugh more. "Morning to you to sunshine." Mateo said while still chuckling. 

I just flipped him off, not wanting to get up again. He only responded by rubbing my back. I heard the zipper of the tent opening, only to be met with one phrase that made me bolt out of bed. "I know what you did last night." I chased after Mateo, not caring if I was only in one of his shirts and a pair of underwear. It was only us on the land today anyway. We ran for a while, I kept a slower pace, basically enjoying the hunt. Damn wolf genes and there ways. Soon Mateo was laying on the ground in a huffing and puffing mess. I stopped beside him, bending over to look at him a cheesy smile. I didn't even notice how the big shirt hung open at the bottom, exposing my stomach. 

"I don't even know how you can run on this terrain. Its full of gopher holes." Mateo puffed. I laughed at him "Its all in the muscle memory babe." I said before skipping off, back to the tent. I went at my own pace, realizing I was wide awake again from running. But I couldn't help thinking about Mateo's muscles as he ran away from me. The way they would extend and then relax with each movement just made me shiver with delight. It was like his arms were a sin to me. Suddenly I was tackled to the ground by the one and only muscley god himself. He flipped me over, pinning my arms above my head. 

He stared at me, breathing on my face. His eyes were a darker shade of green, signifying he was trying to control himself. The words he grunted out while staring at me, only made me shake with delight even more. "Careful what you think my dear Heather Marie, or I don't think I can hold back any longer." My action seemed to turn him on more, by how dark his eyes were starting to get. He brought down his head and started to kiss my mark. I gasped, arching my back. That only caused Mateo to growl lustfully at me while he kept kissing me neck. I didn't fight back though, not really wanting him to stop. All of a sudden he ground his hips into mine. Creating friction was made me involuntarily moan, as I leaned my head to the side. My body was was getting warm, in some places more than others. My mind was reeling with what I was feeling, not really comprehending what was going on. 

We laid like that on the ground for I don't even know how long. But then a flip switched inside me, and I realized what day it was. Between my ragged breathes from this lust filled assault, I spoke up. "M-Mateo. Its my grandfathers funeral. W-We need to get ready." I struggled underneath his grip, trying to get away. It took bit for the words to sink in, and when they did he was up and off me like the Flash running a marathon. I quickly got off the ground, brushing grass out of my hair. "Sorry." He mumbled as he looked down at the ground. He looked like he did when he first got reprimanded by my grandfather. 

After standing in awkward silence for a short time, we made our way back up to the house. I grabbed some clothes from the tent, and made my way inside. I quickly got changed in the room that I saw. I put on a pair of black undergarments, black dress pants and one of my dads dark blue, short sleeved button shirts. I ran my fingers through my hair, before carefully placing it in a braided bun. I slipped on a pair of black flats, then walked out of the room to be greeted by Mateo. He was wearing a set of dress suits, black dress pants that fit him just right, and a dark green, long sleeve dress shirt. The shirt clung to his muscles, basically making my mouth water. I shook my head, trying not to think about them. Today was about my grandfather, not us. 

We headed to where my grandpa's casket lays. We each took an end, slowly starting to make our way to the cemetery. I had the jar of crushed flowers and chopped flower stems in one of my hands as we walked. Every now and then I would place my finger in the jar, taking out a stem piece and dropped it on the ground. I did that until we reached the hole I dug. I then grabbed the last six stem pieces out of the jar and placed them in a cross on top of the casket. I placed the jar with the rest of the contents on the ground, and faced Mateo. He gave me a sad smile, trying to reassure me. I tried smiling back, but my lips still fell. 

Slowly as if my emotions were the queue, we lowered my gramps into the ground. He now laid in the same place as his family, just like he wanted. Mateo had grabbed the jar, and poured the rest of the contents out around the border of the hole. We then slowly covered him in dirt. Every now and again we would stop because I would break down crying. But we managed to finish the burial by noon. We stood at the end of his place, Mateo with his arms around me as I still cried for my loss. Mateo encouraged me to say something before we left to go back to the house. All I could muster up was "Here lies the man I called grandfather. The one who taught me how to be the strongest in the room, but still the softest in the universe. He now lays beside his wife, children, and friends. May he watch over the next generations like he did for me."

Mateo coaxed me away after that. Saying some of the builders wives had brought food over for us to eat. He also told me that it was all my grandfathers favorites from when he was a little boy. If only gramps could try them now, then he would truly be reminded of a simpler time. But he can't now, he is gone back to mother moon with everyone else.