Wallowing in Sadness

They closed the meeting, and each of them went to bed. Darrell went to his room, and after a quick shower, he went to bed.

The sheets still had his mate's smell. He sniffed, and he started remembering the first day Katherine had shared a bed with him.

Tears were coming out of his eyes as he continued to blame himself for the death of his wife and children.

He tried to sleep, but he could not get any sleep. He went to the balcony of his room that faced the southern woods.

His wolf had not been talking to him of late. It had buried itself deep in his mind mourning the death of its mate, leaving him to deal with his sorrow all alone. On the balcony, he tried to reach again for it. This time it came out to meet its human.

"Gordon, what are you doing?" Darrell asked his wolf. Its eyes held sadness.

"When are we going to meet our new mate? Maybe she will love us." Gordon asked.

The night of the fight, Gordon was jovial for the first time after Katherine had been attacked. When they saw Cyrene, his tail was wiggling with happiness as he shouted, "Mate! Mate!"

It would not shut up until Darrell was forced to shut him out so that he could stop nagging him and so that he could concentrate on fighting.

Darrell could tell that Gordon was falling in love with the huntress and not lying. Even himself was falling the beautiful woman that reminded him so much of Katherine.

After his little conversation with his wolf, he was able to go and get sleep.

He went to bed, and for the first time, he was able to get sleep as he let his Katherine's smell in the bed linen to comfort his sleep.

The next day it was the burial of his wife. The day was dull. There was no playing of the little kids in the pack. At breakfast, people did not talk much. They were silent as they ate their food.

After breakfast, they went through their daily chores like they normally did as they waited for the night to come so that the burial could happen.

When the night came, they all went to a clearing where all the burials took place.

The body was burnt in one of the altars the packed howled painfully to their moon goddess.

After the burial was over, everyone went back to their homes and continued with their normal life except for Darrell, who knew that life would never go back to the way it was before.

CROW COVEN

When Cyrene was whisked away by the witch, she woke up to find herself in a small log house in the forest.

She almost had a heart attack when she turned to her side to find the face of an old woman 2 inches from hers.

"Where the hell am I?" Cyrene asked as she got up and sat on the bed where she was lying. She looked around the room, and she took note of how beautiful and comfy.

Then all of a sudden, all her memory came rushing back to her memory.

And she abruptly stood up as she started searching for her bow and her quiver as she got into fighting mode as she discovered that she was being held hostage by a witch she did not want to be sorry later if she gives the old witch a chance to escape.

"Young lady, I know what you are searching for and am so sorry to inform you that you will not be getting to use it because I took it and kept it well for you. I promise you that your weapons are safe and secure, but I want you to hear me fast before you decide on killing me." The old witch informed Cyrene, who was walking towards her intimidating.

"Where did you put my weapons? You know very well that I don't need them in order to harm you now if you love the little part of the life left of you. I suggest you tell me where the damn weapons are so that I may go and continue saving my people. If you give me my weapons, I promise to spare your life though you rudely stopped me from killing my most wanted enemy. I will try to forget that and spare your life. Now give them to me so that I may be on my way already." Cyrene said threateningly to the old witch, who did not seem fazed at all.