Chapter 9

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I ran my hands down my black dress while I stood in front of the mirror. My hair was tied in a neat high bun and my eyes were surrounded by black eye shadow. Lastly I smeared my lips with red lipstick. I looked to my left to see Addison in similar clothing. She was sitting on her vanity doing the finishing touches to her make up.

It was Marge's funeral. It has been five days since her death. So much has happened. I was reunited with my estranged mother who told me that I am heir to the throne. Not just that but I'm also a hybrid. Half vampire half werewolf. Saying I am shocked is an understatement but after talking to my mother it suddenly made sense to me why nothing makes sense. I still had so much to learn and so many questions that needed to be answered.

Addison finished her make up and we left the room and joined the rest of my family outside. Dante wrapped his arm around my shoulders in a comforting manner and sent me a reassuring smile. It was a tough day for me. Marge was like a mother to me and now she's gone. She left no family behind. I was the only one who would truly miss her.

The rest of the pack was to join the funeral because it was customory. We were all walking into the forest towards the cliffs where werewolves were sent off. My pack didn't bury its wolves. They were cremated and their ashes scattered over Saul's cliff.

We finally arrived and the sound of water splashing violently against the rocks rasonated into the empty space. Saul's cliff. The place where I had recklessly attempted suicide. I thought that I would find my soul at the same place the souls of my pack members drifted if I died at the same place their ashes were scattered. It made logical sense then more than it did now.

Alpha Christian called the pack to silence.
"Today we sent off a good woman who has been loyal and caring to the pack" he said "Her death was untimely and it has saddened us, some more dearly than others"

My heart clenched.

"She was a friend and to some a mother but most importantly she was part of this pack" at his words he spread his legs apart and crossed his arms across his chest "let's take a moment of silence to honor her life"

I followed suit and crossed my hands thinking about the time I had spent with Marge. Even though the moment of silence was short it was still a way for my heart to regain peace me.
"Jasmine please come and send her ashes away with me" Christian called.

He did this everytime we lost someone from the pack. He would call a person who was the most closest to the one who had died and he would scatter their ashes with them. I walked to the edge and Christian came and stood close to me. I even noticed that he kinda blocked my body from the edge of the cliff. Maybe he thought I'd jump again.

I brought my hand into the ash jar and he did the same. Our hands touched and I couldn't help but glance at him. He gave me a small nod and together we brought our hands out and watched as the wind carried the ash away before tipping the whole jar. Marge's ashes drifted with the wind and I found myself crying as I returned back to my family. We walked home in silence.

"Jasemine may I talk to you" Christian asked appearing behind me.

"I'll see you guys back home" I told my family. They nodded and left me walking alone.

I stopped and waited for Christian to approach me.
"There's something I've been meaning to tell you" he said once he stood in front of me. He brushed his hand on my face wiping my tears away.

I raised an eyebrow blushing slightly at his contact.
"What's going on" I asked shakily.

Christian took a deep breath before dropping his hand.
"Please don't be upset with me Jasemine but you need to know something" he whispered softly "I have known for some time and I think you need to know that I'm your-"

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