Wolfsbane

Chapter 41

Ten Years Later

Sapphire

It has been ten years since mom died. When I was five it hit me hard but nowhere near as hard as it hit dad. He was distraught for a really long time but he never once pushed me away. Yes, he was distroyed but he did as mom asked. After a few years he was able to move on and find another mate. He says it's only to appease the elders and I knew he was telling the truth. We also found the men who had killed mom, dad took care of them personally. I was glad to know that the men that took my mother from me was no longer a threat to me, dad, or the pack. Aunt Olivia and Uncle Luke were always there to talk when I needed an ear. She would take me out every year to buy me new clothes and tell me about all the crazy things her and my mom did together. Apparently they were the best of friends when mom first came to the Blue Moon Pack. Uncle Luke always helped me with homework when dad was gone to war. After mom died dad refused to let Luke go to war with him ever again.

Uncle Luke seemed to be different when mom died. He was close to dad and I guess watching him go through all of that pain and heartache changed him. I could rememeber Uncle Luke and I playing outside and running around like two crazy people. He wasn't as crazy as he used to be, he was calm, cool, and collected. That was until his little girl was born. Aunt Olivia decided to name her after mom, Delilah Jamie. At first I thought I sounded weird but then they told me all about my mom and how weird she really was, thinking about the name again I thought it was fitting. Dad was my favorite person to be around because he would tell me all the things mom used to do, like down a Mountain Dew faster than he could down a beer. How she was the first person to get him to actually watch Underworld. He showed me her favorite movies and songs. The snacks she loved to eat and her favorite color. Any time he would see something that he knew she would love, he would point it out to me. When we went on hiking trips it was mushrooms, shopping it was different band shirts.

He would buy all these vinyl records of her favorite bands and play them for me. He always said that if I wanted to hear my mom just listen to the records and she would be there, and I did. When I was sad that was the first thing I did, music was my escape just like her. I feel like I'm doing fine after lossing her, if she hadn't done what she did then I would most likely be dead along with the rest of the pack. Everyone called her a hero for what she did and they were right. She was the talk of the pack for months. We celebrated her life and her sacrifice for the packs servival every year. I just wish I could have known her better before she was taken from me. I strive everyday to be more like her, dad, Aunt Olivia, and Uncle Luke.

I want to be my mother's bravery, my dads strangth, my aunt's love, and my uncle's loyalty. I want to make my mom and dad proud and to do that I have to be a better me everyday. "I love you mom." I whispered as I looked at her picture on my nightstand.