(As Demos wanted, Re-Re changed her name back to Annalise. Also this is the lion statue that will be mentioned later in the chapter. Enjoy!)
~Annalise's POV~
I went to the private cemetery that Deimos and Demos own. There stood a beautiful stone lion statue holding a shield. Deimos had to get that custom made because Demos wanted it. In the shield had his name carved in it. I bent down on my knees.
"Hey, Demos... I just wanted to stop by and say hi. Um... The pack's doing okay. Ghazi and I... Not so much. I'm sure you know all this. Deimos and I are doing spiffy. Translated to amazing. You always used to say 'spiffy' at least once a day. I miss you so much." I started crying.
"Don't cry, my Little Enchilada. Tears don't look good on you." I heard Demos's voice.
I looked up and he was sitting on the lion's paw. The one on the shield.
"It's just so hard sometimes... Not seeing you everyday. I'm not as close to Deimos as I was with you." I said.
Demos nodded.
"I know. But you need to get closer with him. I am not around anymore. But I am still with you. And I always will be. So long as you keep a place for me in your heart." Demos said.
"The guilt is killing me." I said.
"I and the pack do not blame you. Most Luna's would let their pack's get killed. You chose a hard decision. But it was a wise one in the long run." Demos said.
I nodded.
"I just want you back." I said.
"I want to be back with you as well. But it can't work like that. But you can always see me. Just call my name." Demos said.
"It can be like Lion King. You know, 'he lives in you.' I can see you anytime, anywhere?" I asked.
Demos chuckled at my Lion King comment.
"Yes. Anytime. Anywhere. As for the Lion King... Technically I do live in you. I love in your heart. Otherwise you wouldn't be able to see and talk to me." Demos said.
Demos kneeled down in front of me. Wiping the tears from my eyes.
"Do not cry, little one. Do not feel guilt. None of what has happened is your fault. You are strong. You are brave. You are a true Luna. You are amazing. You have grown into a beautiful young woman. And I am proud to call you my mate. Even though I am gone." Demos said.
"That means a lot. Thank you." I said.
"Now, I believe you have a mate whom is destroying your house looking for you." Demos joked.
"It's still our house." I said.
"Whatever you say, love." Demos said.
I hugged him.
"I love you." I said.
"As I, you." Demos said.
And he disappeared. I immediately felt depressed again. I feel so happy with him around. I always did. My iPhone 6 started ringing. The Caller ID said Deimos. I answered.
"Where are you?" Deimos demanded.
I sniffed. Still upset from crying.
"Visiting Demos." I said.
Deimos sighed. He knows I've been taking this to heart. Being its only been 3 days since I... You know. The pack may not resent me. Deimos may not resent me. But I resent me. The guilt is crushing me. And everyone knows it.
"I know this hard. It is on all of us as well. Our pack is so worried about you. Baby... You have to see the beauty in life right now. Our whole pack could've been wiped out. Granted killing my brother and your mate wasn't good either, but you know what I mean. Hon... You can get through this. I am with you. Our pack is with you. Demos is with you. He wouldn't want you sad." Deimos said.
I started sobbing. Then I remembered Demos's words.<Memory>
"Do not cry, little one."
"You are strong."
"You are brave."
"You are a true Luna."
<End of Memory>
I inhaled and slowly exhaled. No more crying. It's time to kick this depression's ass.
"Hon?" Deimos asked.
"I'm here." My voice steady.
"You okay?" Deimos asked.
"If I cry, then it'll be on my own time. We have a pack to run." I said.
"That's my girl." Deimos said.
I turned around and on the Lion statue...Was Demos smiling at me.
Then he faded. And I knew then, I had made the right choice.
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