Fate for a Luna

Chapter 24

"Zylee! Wake up!" I heard Al say in some distant plane of existence.

"I know you can hear me. So please just wake up already," My mate begged me.

My eyes fluttered open but then squeezed back shut due to the light. "Al, turn off the lights. I'm still sleeping," I mumbled to him. He started to laugh from relief and I got confused.

"Oh thank the moon goddess," Al exclaimed. Without a warning, suddenly I felt warm arms crushing me into a solid body.

My eyes shot open and my stomach rolled as fits of dizziness hit me. "What is wrong with you? Why are you being so clingy?" I grumbled still upset that my sleep had been disturbed.

Al pulled me back and looked into my tired green eyes, "Do you not remember?"

I thought hard as I tried to come up with what he was talking about. Then it hit me. The explosion. Killing Tyler. Passing out.

I gasped and grabbed his arm tightly and asked, "Is the baby alright?"

"The baby is fine Zylee," Al reassured me. My grip loosened and I took in a deep breath of relief.

I looked away from Al and was surprised that I recognized the surroundings. We're home. In our room. How did we get here?

Seeing the confusion on my face Al told me, "We got here last night."

"How long was I out?" I asked surprised by his reveal.

"A week," Al replied.

"What happened while I was out?" I asked.

"Well, your old pack is trying to decide what to do. Apparently, Daniel refused to become Alpha, so your father is stepping in until an agreement has been made, and your brother's funeral was held. I'm sorry that you missed it," Al informed me.

I missed his funeral. First I killed him, then I missed his funeral. What do my parents think of me? What does Jessica think? Will they ever forgive me?

"How are my parents doing?" I asked him as tears threatened to fall from my eyes.

"They're handling it rather well. I think they're so busy trying to hold the pack together that they haven't really felt its effects yet," Al admitted.

I nodded then asked the question I wasn't sure I wanted an answer to, "And my brother's mate?"

Al's golden eyes saddened and he looked like he was debating whether or not to tell me. "She's being held at the pack hospital's mental illness unit," Al answered.

My heart fell as I thought of that sweet person in that place. The mental illness unit was made specifically for werewolves that had lost their mates and consequently lost their will to live. The unit made sure that their basic needs were met, and that they wouldn't die from self-neglect.

"It's for the best Zylee," Al tried to comfort me.

"It wouldn't have been necessary if I hadn't killed him. I... I... I should've knocked him out! Or just stabbed his shoulder!" I started to sob to my mate.

He wrapped me into his comfortable embrace and just let me cry. "You had to. If you hadn't you and the baby would've died. I would've died," Al tried to convince me.

I didn't say anything else and just cried. He's right, I know he is. That didn't make the pain or the guilt any better though.

"Everything is going to be okay," Al told me in a soothing voice. I nodded my head trying to get myself to believe it.

I looked into his eyes and saw them watching me more intently than usual. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked him.

"Hmm?" He asked me. He's avoiding the topic.