The curse of the black lycan

8

My body shakes and shudders in anger at his little voice. Not at him, no he did nothing wrong but I was angry that he was gone. Angry that I'd never feel a matebond again. Lycan only got one. If they died they either died with them, gave up on life and went rogue and became a horrible bastard or in some cases you could choose a mate but how the hell would I ever love another like I loved him. I needed the pain to be gone so I gave him one last kiss and I pushed myself off the floor. Ali was whimpering in my head and giving me a headache

Me
You need to stop

Ali
I can't

Me
You need to because I can't fucking take the noise right now so either shut up or I shoot myself in the damn head

I snapped at her. She whimpers a little more but then retreats to the back of my head. I grab my phone and joints and walk my zombie-like body outside. No one could fix this pain, I know that but if someone could it would be my mum. And for the first time ever I realise that's what she is. In every way that's what she is and if anyone could help it's her. I pull her up on FaceTime and press call. It rings once and she answers

"Hey honey how is it— are you crying?"

"Crying? Who's crying? Oh hey Ashley what's up babe?"

Jaxon asks me coming forward

"Let me see her too, hey what is it?"

Scott adds poking his head over Lucy's shoulder. I burst into tears

"Mum Mark's deadddddd"

I sob into my hands again

"What! How? What happened?"

"Hhhe wasss healing a little boy and he wouldn't let go and I tried to get him of him but he wouldn't stop and then he dropped and by the time his head hit the floor he was gone and the bond split and I don't know what to do mummy. I don't know what I'm meant to do or how I
Live without him. I just want the pain to leave. I just want you all."

"On it, we will be there in a few hours baby, I'm ringing a plane right now"

Jaxon takes off with his phone as mum looks at me crying silent tears and all I want is a hug from her. I roll in a ball on the daybed and I hold the phone so I can look at them and I cry, I cry because he is really truly gone and I have to move on and live. Where would I even live? I'd have to move out of our home. Leave his stuff behind? I'd never get to wake up beside him again. My heart felt like it was being stabbed by little pins. It shattered and broke over and over again. I scream and cry into a pillow. I felt so alone, I didn't know what to do or where to look but not even in the hole did I feel this alone. Everything was gone. The life we were about to have is all gone. I'd never have the pups that we talked about or the pony for our little girl or the treehouse for our little boy.

18, I was 18 and a widow and my life was over. It hadn't been all that great up until I met him then he changed it all. Even after spending a year getting ruthlessly bullied, I never once regretted not being by his side or wished for a different life. He was my everything. I was all consumed by him and in an instant he was gone. My 18 year old husband dropped dead and I could do nothing to help him.

I lift a joint and light it, my hands tremble and shake as I hold it. I'm not sure how long it had been but I know the sun was now going down. My phone started to ring so I answered it. It was Sophie she was
Crying

"We just got on the plane. We will be there by midnight."

My chin wobbles and I can't help but sob again at Just her face. How would I face them? But how would I survive this without them