Funeral

Cole heard of what happened and shook his head. He understood they wanted answers so did he, but he knew they would never get answers that way. She wasn't that type of person. Cole understood Chase and Dylan weren't like that with her but did she?

Isabelle couldn't sleep even though she asked to go to sleep because she was tired. That was yet another lie. Well she was tired but not the way she made it sound. She was tired of the running, the secrets, her life. She wanted to be Isabelle, but she knew her past wouldn't let her. Getting up for another day was all that she had left.

Isabelle knew the alpha's weren't terrible men or the type to take advantage of her, and she should have told them that. But she was to focused, too emotionally drained to say anything. Today was Jane's funeral. Putting on a black ruffly dress shirt, and black dress pants. She walked over to her vanity and put on her makeup. She didn't have much here so Dylan bought her stuff without her knowledge. He actually surprisingly had good taste. Putting her hair up in a pony tie she curled the end and looked at herself in the mirror, and a scar caught her eye. With the brown hair the scar was noticiable it ran across her skelp. There was also one that sat right on the top of her forehead where the hairline was. The only way to see it is if her hair was up.

Shaking her head she took her hair out of the ponytail. Letting her brown smooth hair fall down her back covering up her scars. She was ready. Walking to the door she hesitated it would all be real she would see Jane's body again. Nobody knew why she died except Isabelle. Right on her nightstand was a book that would never let her forget. Turning around she walked up to the book and flipped through it one more time. This time a page caught her finger and she opened it another hand written note from Steven. It was another quote from the very book in her hand that read, "I was too young to know how to love her." It made her scoff he never knew how to love her. It didn't matter if he was young or old that man didn't know how to love.

Slamming the book shut she walked to the door opened it and looked into the room. Steven will one day take all this from her like he did to Jane, Isabelle had to be ready.

Walking out to the living room Cole was in black Dylan in dark navy blue and Cole in red. She could try and tell them it wasn't traditional, but they would never listen. Instead they stood there mouth open she was drop dead gorgeous.

"Alright men ready?" They all nodded and Zack walked in the door Isabelle invited him to go as well.

Walking out the door they headed to the funeral.

They arrived at a big willow tree with a field that went on for miles. Beautiful purple and blue flowers were found throughout. Isabelle and Jane's friends gathered around along with the Alpha's and Zack. Isabelle was going to speak. Walking to the front of the crowd Isabelle's nerves got to her. All it took was a look at the alpha's to calm her.

"Thank you all for coming for those of you that knew Jane you were lucky. For those of you that didn't I'm going to tell you a story. I'm know for that, story telling. I started it shortly after I moved here, Jane was eight. I pulled out a book call Winnie the Pooh and she whined saying how it was a children's book and I smiled at her. Telling her a very important lesson, that sometimes to understand something you have to take a step back, pause for a second. The body might be old, but you want to keep the mind young and beautiful. If you do you will live your days worry free, or as free as it can be. As I got done reading tears ran down her face and she hugged me. She asked if we could take a couple good qoutes from the book to live by, and I said sure wondering what they would be....

Well one we would always hug. I make it something I teach all kids I read to that a hug well it is always the right size no matter how big or small. That one is one of my favorites, because when your having a terrible day hugging always makes you feel better....

One day I was having a bad day, and for a few months after reading Winnie the Pooh. So I looked at her and said, "I don't feel very much like myself today." She looked at me and patted my leg and said "There, there it will be okay want me to bring you honey and tea until you do?" "It made me smile since I hated tea. Or the time she was afraid of something she would call out and say, "Hey?" I'd say "Hey" to play along and she would say, "Nothing just making sure it was you." Even though after a few years she grew out of the Winnie the Pooh she would remind me with little things. Everyonce in a while come up to me and say "Will we be friends forever?" I would respond with "Even longer."

To this day sometimes I realize I'm waiting for her to walk up to me with another quote, but she wont. In every book there is some sad part well in every good book. She probably never realized that we were making many beatiful memories, she just knew we were having fun. That was Jane's thing fun all the time. Honestly I know at the end of every story if it's someone's life, or just some storybook there is always a goodbye and how lucky am I to have a best friend that makes saying goodbye so hard. If Jane was here she would look at me and say "Goodbye..? please no. Can't we go back to page one, and do it all over again?" With that I will tell her something she told me one day and was. "I knew you and i would have adventures and anything about to happen." Well kid this is our new adventure sadly we are walking a different road. Just remember to always watch your step, because if you don't you might step on a piece of the forest that was left out."

Isabelle teared up as she said these last words, and put her hand on the glass coffin. Two of her best friends were buried here.

"I hope to my two best friends who are laying here that you always have room to run. That every sunset is perfect, and the rain is just enough to keep the flowers colorful. Climb the willow tree branches they are perfect places to nap."

A few men that the Alpha's hired carried the coffin towards the willow tree where there was a hole made. This was the part she couldn't watch and so she turned away. Perfect timing to feel herself again Chase's chest holding her. After crying and the crowd starting to disappear. She lifted her head and looked past Chase and saw a face. No, no, no, no her body tensed up in Chase arms. It was Steven standing in the crowd. No it couldn't have been she was just imagining it.

Chase feeling her shake moved her and asked if she was okay. Rubbing her eyes she nodded and looked back in Steven's direction, so did Chase but there was no one there.