Shy Girl, Sad Girl, Bad Girl

Chapter Nine [Told From Third Person]

"We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of Beta for the Crimson Rose pack, and future Luna for the Nightshade Pack," Ajax speaks, in a somber mood, his black clothes not accurately depicting how he feels. "Jessica was my Beta, she was tough. The day I met her, she became my Beta. Tougher than most men I know. You guys made her tough. Thank you,"

The day was a sunny day, the sun beating on everyone's backs, but the somberness of the mood ruined the sunny day.

The whole pack, of Nightshade and Crimson Rose showed up at Nightshade's territory to pay their respects for their dead Beta slash almost Luna, where Jessica was to be buried, next to Mason when he died. She had died of blood loss right as Mason came back.

"I do not know Mason well. However, I can say never judge someone by what someone else says. He was a jerk; but he eventually made up for it. Thank you." A tear slips down his cheek as he walks away, into the arms of Kayla, who's been crying as well, their month old son quietly sleeping, in his own little world.

Jessica lays on her casket, eyes closed, her brown hair gently flowing around her shoulders, a picture of Mason clutched in her right hand, in the left, a picture of Ajax, Dimitri, Kayla and her, all three smiling, just a few days before they came back to train the Nightshade Pack. Mason strokes her hair, whispering unintelligible words to her, that the two can only understand. He pushes her hair up, gently kisses her forehead, and sits and confesses his undying love to her.

"I love you. Jessica, goddess, I never told you that before. I'm not proud I rejected you, no, but I'm glad my rejection helped shape you into the woman I fell madly in love with," He blinks, tears flowing down his face. "I'm so stupid to not see what I had right in front of me the whole time. If... If I'd just listened to you, instead of arguing about it, you wouldn't be dead. But it's her fault. I'm thankful you killed her." He whispers to her, as Dimitri begins his eulogy, where he stops talking to her and listens.

"I remember when I met her. She had just, just just gone though the changing, and Ajax and I, we thought we were going to have to explain how to become human again, and not to try and embarrass her with no clothes," He pulls Spanish Fly out of his black suit, takes a shot, slaps it around, swallowing, not bothering to wince, his emotional pain is greater than physical.
"Sorry, I needed that. But she didn't. She shifted back, without us telling us to, and she had her clothes on," he lets a tear tun down his face. "She was like my sister. My little sister, we always had jokes going around," He smiles at the memory, blowing his nose on a tissue. "And she never minded them, no matter how dirty they were. She would focus on one thing only: revenge. When the pranks started, they were harmless. Until pudding was added to the equation. She would have made a great Luna,"
He takes another sip of the Spanish Fly.
"And thank you, for abusing her, even when she didn't deserve it."

Josie felt remorse. She was just so, so, bitter about her ex husband, Josiah. How dare he cheat on her! And it was just so easy to let Jessica take the blame. It was never her fault. She should have never done it. It was her fault she ran away.

Maurice was ashamed. He could have had Chase stop teasing her. He could have stuck up for her. She wouldn't have left.

Chase was mad. He couldn't forgive himself for being like that. It was inexcusable. He'd bullied her for years.

Mason runs his hands down her body, cringing when he sees her slashed wrists, for the last time ever. She was dead, and no one was ever changing that. No one could. "Jess." He whispers one last time, kissing her soft pink lips as he lets the last of the wolves pay their respects to her.

After this, she will lay six feet under, next to Mason when he dies, in the plot where all Alpha and Lunas are buried, always together.

"I should have stuck up for her. I mean I could have."