Athena Crimson ✓

CHAPTER 24

(Athena's POV)

"Wake up Athena", someone whispers and I try to open my eyes to see my mate's sun kissed face, stroking my hair. "Good morning Victor"

"Good morning love" he says as he climbs out of the bed and he's all dressed up in a black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up till his elbows and brown trousers. "Freshen up" he says pointing towards the bathroom and walks near the door, "Your dresses are in the closet, wear something black. We will be attending Betty and Max's funeral today" and my eyes widen in surprise. But why here, her relatives should know. Betty's parents died when she was 5, and she grew up in her aunt's place, till she was 17 after which she got her own place. Im not very sure about Max's relatives though.

"Before you ask, we have informed their relatives, and fed them with enough information, that doesn't involve the werewolf community or you in any way." Victor says, in a cold tone. I begin to tell him that they have a right to know at least, they died because of me, but he cuts me short in a rough voice that doesn't leave any room for arguments,

"They don't need to know Athena, and that's final, don't you dare think of telling about anything to them, One, I wont leave your side, so there's no way for you to tell them anyway. Two, if you tell them, they wont be allowed to go out of our pack, forever."

He looks at my face for a minute, letting it sink, glaring at me.

I am not sure what to think, he just- I don't know-

He sighs, comes near me and takes my hand in his, "Look Athena, I may sound weird to you, but some things have to go my way, I... No, we have a pack to run. You are my Luna, I just cannot allow you or anyone to tell anything about us that could leave our pack, which I will lead alongside you, in a compromised position."

"Do I have your word athena?" he asks and I nod slowly.

"Words, athena, I need words."

"You have my word Victor, I wont reveal anything, but that doesn't mean I feel good about it" I tell him.

"You have every right to feel the way you feel" he pulls me into a hug, resting his chin on my head, "But I'm glad you understand" he kisses the top of my head and sighs, "How I wish we had met under different circumstances"

"Me too" and I hug him tighter.

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Its 6 in the evening now, it was a quiet funeral, and I spent most of the time crying and regretting. I spoke with very few of Betty's relatives who came, nothing specific, they too didn't ask much. Victor as he promised, never left my side, but didn't prevent me from speaking with them, as I had expected him to. I get his intentions. He is worried about me and his pack, but I still feel guilty even though I understand. I didn't do them any harm, still they ended up dead because of me, and I guess I can never get over it.

We had a light dinner and I'm going upstairs to my bedroom, to get some sleep. I am totally exhausted. I decided to take a long shower, and got in my bed and fell sleep before I know it. I feel the bed dipping beside me, but cant seem to wake up. It must be Victor.

He slides beside me and pulls me to his side, and I get my much needed sleep in his arms.

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