Rejected so what

Chapter 7

Tiaria P.O.V

Harley had been there for me last night and then this morning. I was surprised when he informed me that he was the one that comforted me. Now he was holding my hand. It sent butterflies in my stomach. Opening the door to the morgue, I was greeted with Dr. Nashwille, she was on the one that was going to get my parents sorted out, I asked if I could do my mother hair and make-up. I guess I wanted to do one last time. She explained that I was allowed to sit with them and say my goodbyes to them and that they will let me know when I am too leave. My parents had been put in a separate room orders from the Alpha as my dad was his Pack warrior. Harley had not moved from his spot he looked like he was in deep thought, his eyes showed sadness and something else that I could not place. I told Dr. Nashwille that I was going to wait for her to get my parents sorted before I do my mother’s make-up.

I was shown to the waiting room, sitting down with Harley, loads of questions went through my mind, why was he so sad? What do I do with my parent’s home? Will I able to keep it? It was never ending. I didn’t want to move that was my home since I was born, I couldn’t bear to part with it. I hoped that I could stay there and I could have a family of my own with someone who will love me. After waiting what felt like hours, I was told I could go to my family. I had asked Harley if he wanted to come, he replied that I should have a few hours on my own say goodbye and that he will be at the pack house and to mind link him when I was done. Nodding my head I gave him a kiss on the cheek and a quick hug that said thank you.

Walking into the room on my own, I held my tears back, I didn’t want to cry knowing what my dad would say if he could see my now, ‘nothing comes from crying, think of the happy things, they are what helps not the tears’ he had said that to me when I had my first heartbreak, when we lost someone in the pack that was dear to me. Sniffling and drying my tears that had escaped while thinking of my dad. He was there to train me, he may have been rough and demanding but soon as he was in the house he lost that look and became the father figure, threatening to beat boys that would hurt me, joking with me when I was hurt so I kept happy. He was always there with advice or just a shoulder, I was a real daddy’s girl. My mother was there to comfort me, and help me through my transformation as a wolf, I turned when I was 13, then there with boy problems and explained to me about my heat that I will get in a week time due to my mate rejecting me so it puts it off for a while. My dad was going to guard the door so that no unmated male wolf could get and ruin his innocent little girl. That made me giggle, I picture him standing there arms folded and refusing to move.

I sat down and did my mother’s make-up remembering the first time she showed me how to put it on, styling my hair. I thought back to my childhood with them all the good and happy memories. I finished the make-up and styled her hair and then swept my hand through my dad’s. I sat there for 2 hours talking about the good times. Looking at the clock it was 45 minutes till the funeral. Leant down to kiss my mum and dad one last time saying goodbye.

I mind linked Harley and told him that can come and anyone else that wants to have a separate goodbye. Harley turned up 5 minutes later, and explained that a few people were coming. A few minutes later, all my friends turned up to say goodbye, as my parents had known them all their lives and the Alpha and Luna turned up, they had been best friends with my parent’s since they were children and the Beta and Female Beta too, a few of the pack warriors and fighters that my dad had befriended or knew from childhood. My mother had a few of her friends come and give their goodbyes. Once everyone had finished the Alpha requested that we head out to the ceremony area. We conclude weddings and funerals and when someone joins the pack. Everybody headed that way one more look over my shoulder I walked off too with Harley. When we got to the clearing, the families of the people that had died where at the front, not letting go of Harley I walked over to where my parents will be placed.

The Alpha said a few words about how they were brave to fight for our lives and pack, and few more personal things, I didn’t really listen till the end part which is when we are told to kneel and respect our lost pack members.

My parents were placed on top of bonfire thingy, it was decorated with flowers and pretty things, for my mother and my father had warrior type things embedded on his side. This represented my father and mothers personalities so that their souls can go on in the afterlife. The Alpha held a flaming torch and lit the bonfire that my parents where on and he did the same for the others. Werewolves believed that we should not be buried in the ground as our soul can become trapped and not move on so that’s why they are cremated so that their souls can be released and find happiness in the life after. The ashes are spread out so that they are always with us and the pack and then some are given to the family so they have something left by. I had a special urn that my parents made for their funeral, it was a teal colour with silver and gold swirls with my parent’s names engraved in. I held it to the Alpha so he could collect the ashes of my parents. We watched as the bodies burned away, the Alpha had a headstone for everyone, and had some people place it in the ground. There was many headstone but it began from the beginning of the pack. My parents said

‘Bruce & Ivy

Loving parents

Of

Tiaria

Pack warrior & Nurse

Fought to save their pack and family

Never to be forgotten’

Every head stone was to say what they did for the pack, their headstone was black granite with silver writing it was beautiful. I had forgotten flowers but would bring some tomorrow.

The Alpha had let everyone know that the food and drinks where ready, so everybody headed to the pack house. After a funeral we would have a type of party and remember the good and happy times of the people we had lost so they would not be forgotten.

Sat round a small campfire people was telling all sorts of stories about the people we had lost, I listened to my parent’s stories and few others. Feeling that everything was catching up on me and feeling emotionally drained I decided to give it a night saying good night to them. Harley had been by my side all day looking after me and even joined me when I got home. Laying on my bed, Harley cuddled up close to me. Whispering a Thank you to him I fell asleep wondering why he was being so friendly and the butterflies that I felt around him.