ALPHA CYRUS - Fallen King

41. Death

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"She's fucking gone!" The Irishman cussed out and I wrapped my hands around his shoulders, pulling him into me.

Thus couldn't be real. I had just seen her, just two hours ago!

No. I refuse to believe this.

Please..Moon Goddess..tell me this isn't real.

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It's been a total of three days since Mrs Macy's passing and I hadn't shed one tear. I was numb. I was in a state of paralysis whereby nothing affected me. I found myself daydreaming often, shrinking about all the people that I had lost in the last two years. Josiah, my sister, and now Mrs Macy. And the common factor in all their deaths was me. With Josiah, he had been injected with a serum made with the blood of a Truly Mated pair, which made him sick and dangerous. As a result, he died trying to fight for us - for me.

With Sierra, she had been a total bitch and betrayed me. But the girl pulled through and helped me escape. As a result, she died because I was too stupid to think of our reality. I had wanted to save all those lost souls in that dusty hospital and she practically begged me to leave. She knew the danger of staying there for even a second longer — in fear of the Hunter returning..and I refused..and that led to her death.

Mrs Macy, a mother, a mentor to most was far from dangerous. The woman had one focus and one focus only: her children. She had worked so hard to care for the orphans, along with Mr Macy..and somehow her innocent soul got dragged into my mess and now she was gone. It all felt so surreal.

Cyrus, my mate was no better than me. We held onto to each other for support in the first two days post her death. Cyrus eyes were dull and we both remained in our rooms, refusing to engage with the Pack. It was selfish. Mr Macy was sick and now held the burden of his mate's death and we had chosen to push him away to deal with our own feelings.

It was wrong.

We both knew that. Hence why today, the third day, I had forced Cyrus and I out of our room to face reality. It was then that we realised that Mr Macy had made preparations to go to Ireland like she had wished. He had told us that she did not want to be buried. She desired to be cremated and her ashes spread out into the ocean on the night of a full moon.

Cyrus and I didn't refuse his plans, we encouraged it. I even asked if I could come with Mr Macy but he refused, he wanted it to be just him and her — til the end. It was obvious to Cyrus that Mr Macy wasn't coming back to BloodMoon. He was a dying man and desired to rest at home - in Ireland.

Ragon Christiansen had rushed to the PackHouse once he heard the news and at first I was incredibly suspicious. My reasons for that was the mere fact that I had seen several photographs of myself in his office five days ago - At Amelia's party. Ragon had insisted that he followed his friend, Mr Macy to Ireland and we didn't refuse.

The PackHouse was dark, only candles filled the house and the silence was deafening.

I sat down on the bed of the pond just away from the house. It was a cold night, and my eyes raised up to the moon. The cold air blew against my skin and I shivered, lowering my head and staring into the water.

"Please tell me you aren't thinking about drowning yourself." A voice called out and I jumped, turning my head quickly to my left.