Chapter 14
In Mourning
I dreamt of Kayden…the lost soul. I dreamt of our childhood: living next door to each other, starting kindergarten together, our awkward puberty stage, our first kiss, escaping together, and loving each other. I missed him with all that I had within me. Without him I felt empty, which was strange because I was mated.
My dreams seemed to end and when I woke up, he was not next to me and I wasn’t naked in the clearing anymore. I was washed clean of blood and I wore clean pajamas. Had it all been a dream? A wicked nightmare? How I wish it had been…
The tears began to stream down my face uncontrollably and I left my bed to find him. As I opened the door, I saw Evan standing outside against the wall.
“Where is he!!?” I yelled.
He didn’t answer me; he gave me an apologetic look and tried to hold me. I shrugged out of his grasp.
“Answer me goddamn it!” I screamed. I pounded my fists against his chest, taking out the aggression and sadness that consumed me. I slipped to the floor and Evan followed me, wrapping his warm arms around me. If only his comfort was enough…
Once my sobbing subsided, he told me where he was.
“We laid him to rest in our pack tomb, a proper pack burial for a brave fighter.” He choked out.
I allowed him to walk me back to bed and that is where I stayed for the rest of the day. I turned my back to everyone who came to speak with me, even my pack. I couldn’t bear to converse with anyone. I didn’t eat anything and refused anyone’s advances to encourage me to. I wished to die and join Kayden…wherever he was.
--------------------------------Later that night---------------------------------
