The Moon Will Fall (Moonlight 2)

Chapter 4 -In The Mourning

A few days later, we make the car drive to Leichhardt Falls. It quickly became one of the most difficult things we had been through as a pack. Well at least in my time in it. We had all somehow felt responsible for Sam's death, maybe if Michael and I had acted sooner on the noise, maybe if we'd walked out earlier.

It was too late now though.

Ashton had driven the hour up the road as Calum had been too devastated to drive. I think the reality was hitting him on what had happened. The researching had been his way of coping, and with no further answers and the rest of our lives possibly on the line there was nothing else left to distract him. A race down the school corridor or working with the new girl in science class hadn't been enough to change that.

In some ways, it felt weird going to the funeral of a boy I had talked to for a few minutes before all this had happened. However, Calum and Michael were going, both having known the boy quite well. I guess for Ashton and myself there was an element of supporting our friends and a level of guilt that we should attend. We had been the ones to find him after all. Like everyone, I disliked funerals, there was something sobering about them how life was so precious. I looked over at Calum remembering how he had saved mine. I owed him a lot for that.

Each of us wore a small piece of yellow, apparently it had been the boy's favourite colour. It distracted from the black that each of us wore.

Ashton pulled into the church's carpark, which was crowded with people. I was surprised, for a lone wolf Sam seemed to have had a lot of friends. As he exited the car, Calum let out a long sigh, Michael placed a hand on his shoulder. Calum weakly smiled back. I knew that this was hitting Calum hard, the way he'd charged into the books straight after we'd found him was proof of that. Part of me was glad that he had been blocking his feelings through the bond. I wasn't sure I could take feelings like that again, the night at Emily's had been enough.

Following the crowd into the church, I wondered just how many of these people knew that Sam was- or had been a werewolf. I guessed that the boy's death having been replayed on the news, with the hunters cover up had drawn out a lot of people. I reminded myself that I needed to be careful what I said to people, we knew the real story not the cover up.

The guys and I took a pew near the back, as we did so my eyes scanned the room. A group of girls and boys, a few years younger than us were gathered on the side of the room, some were crying others spreading around hugs. I figured they must've been school friends of his. The next group of people that caught my eyes were a small boy and girl in the front row, their hands almost looked glued together as they walked to their spots. Both of their faces were puffy and red, eyes filled with tears. A woman pushed them along, dressed in black and yellow as everyone was, she had long curling blonde hair pulled into a ponytail. She surveyed the crowd carefully, her eyes moving across the room like a hawk. I could've sworn I saw them flash golden for a moment. A faint smile would appear as her eyes fell on people, one of those being Calum. As she did so I could see the resemblance to Sam.

"Is that his mum?" Ashton questioned quietly to Calum, noticing the friendly exchange between them.

"Yeah." Calum nodded, with a sombre expression. "In case you were wondering, Sam's mother is like us too."

That explained a lot I guess. I felt so out of place here, I felt as though I didn't know anything. A look over at Ashton gave me the impression that he was feeling the same way.

Jayden and three other guys slid in beside Ashton who sat on the end of the aisle. He nodded to us respectfully. There was little of the energetic guy I had met at the party, and I hadn't seen him since. I remember Sam saying that he hadn't necessarily got on with the other Alpha, but it was comforting to see him here too.