Die With Her

(Anna) Today marked the sixth death anniversary of my father and the massacre at my pack. A memorial had been constructed inside the pack at the place where they were killed. Noah had already permitted me to visit the pack whenever. He had notified the guards so I was easily let in. Carrying a few black roses I made my way to the memorial with a heavy heart. Tears burnt the back of my eyes as I saw the epitaph. Stepping closer I placed the roses on it and traced my finger on the black cold marble. I closed my eyes, sending a silent prayer. I missed my father and couldn't help but wonder how my life would have turned out had he been alive. “Dad, I miss you,” I silently whispered, stifling a cry. My heart ached, and I wished to visit my parent's room. My feet carried me in its direction; along the way, I met some of my pack members, but they turned in the other direction, seeing me approach. Fear was evident in their eyes, which wrenched my heart in the worst possible ways. How Noah and