Delilah POV
Five years have gone by since I died. Being dead means I can't communicate with anyone alive. 
It has been crazy fighting the Moon God but Valera and I have finally done it. We beat him however.. come to find out you can't kill a God. So we (the goddesses and children of the gods used our powers to create a place where the moon God would spend his life trapped for the rest of eternity.
Now Valera and I can have our normal lives back..or so I thought.
                              Michael POV
It's been five years to this day when my sister died. Delilah. It was us against the world but now it's just me against the world. I shouldn't even be here. 
I don't understand why I'm alive when I was dead. At least I would be with my sister now. 
                              Kingston walks over and kneels at Delilah's grave. 
" Hi, Delilah. I just wanted to let you know I'm still here. I come by everyday hoping that you'll be back. I know I'm crazy but I have faith that what ever the reason you killed yourself for ..had a purpose. I don't care what Derek or Isaac think. They haven't shown up here since the first anniversary of your death. But I will always be here no matter what. So you come back ya hear."
                              Kingston puts a single rose on her grave and heads back to his pack.
                              I sit down and lean on her tombstone.
                              "He's right Delilah. Even though your so called mates left. He has always been here. Sometimes he spends the night hoping you'll be there when he wakes up. I know you aren't coming back but that's okay. I know we'll be together again one day.. and Kingston he'll be alright. His hope is what gets him going. You keep him going. I've got to go now. I'll talk to you soon. Bye sis."
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Without Him..
Werewolf1st BOOK IN WEREWOLF SERIES I watch as Michael closes his eyes and slumps to the ground slowly. I hold him in my arms. Crying and grasping his limp hand. I just lost my only brother. #368 in Werewolf
 
                                           
                                               
                                                  