My Wolves

Chapter 1

Picture: Nanette

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December 25, 2010

Funerals.

Never liked them.

I don't think anyone likes them. All you do is look at a dead body.

Once you look at the body all you can think is how you could've stopped this from happening. You start feeling useless. As you have all these thoughts you also think about the people around you and how they try to make you feel better and say that you couldn't of done anything.

That wasn't true on my part.

I could've saved them.

All i can do is regret everything from that day.

Watching them getting buried made me remember what had happened that was only a few days ago.

I remember on how i just stood there while there hearts where ripped out of there chest.
How they just laid there.
And me standing there frozen in time.

I remember the blood.
The blood that splatted on the wall and on me.

I could of done something.

I should of done something.

The killers never even touched me though.

They just wanted me to horrified by them.

The thing that really frightened me was the blood.

The blood.

I guess when you shred a body to peices, theres more blood then you would've thoought.

Now that remember it i dont think i even screamed.

I suppose when seeing people die like that you dont have time to react.

You would think what you saw was a dream.

I wish it was a dream.

I wish it was that easy.

When i look around at all the faces grieving i see the rest of my family.

They are all crying for there loss.

When ever they tried to talk to me they all asked the same damn question.

"Are you okay".

I would just look at them and say nothing.

I guess it was because i wasn't crying at all.

I didn't want or even need they're pity.

How could it help me.

Maybe they them selves wanted to believe that i was okay.

But of course i wasn't.

Who in they're right mind would be okay after seeing their family killed.

Who would be.

As the hours passed more and more of family and friends left.

Soon i was the last one there after my uncle shifted and left.

Now it was just me and two stones.

' They're dead '

They're dead and i can't do anything about it

' They're dead '

I'll have to live with what happened.

' They're dead '

On how i watched they're lifeless body fall to the ground.

' They're dead '

As i took one last look at the two stones i heard her say it again.

' They're dead '

And i finally realized it.

" Why are they dead "

" Because they are and you can't do anything about it"

She came out of nowhere.
Her hair pure white and her skin pale.
Her eyes were the most vibrant blue Nanette had ever seen.
It looked as if she came from a fairy tale.

" Who are you " Nanette asked still admiring the strangers beauty.

"They were good people and wonderful parents" the stranger said clearly avoiding the question.
"Like you I wish I could've done something that night, but unfortunately is was beyond my reach at the time"

The stranger walked closer to the tomb stone and kneed down in front of them putting each hand on each stone.
"May you both have no regrets passing to the next life for your beloved will stand strong through your passing"

She stood up quietly and Nanette could notice a tear form in the strangers eyes.

"Did you know my parents?" Nanette asked suspiciously.
"Yes i did. I knew them spiritually and personally" the stranger said still looking at the stones.

"I don't mean to be rude but who are you?" She asked hoping the stranger would finally answer.

"My name is Alana" she said looking at Nanette with her blue eyes.
"And I am your wolf"