FATED TO THE LYCAN TRIPLETS

MORGHAN RHODES POV “Nooooo! Nooooo! Nooooo! Please Nooooo! Tell me it’s not true! No Uncle Red, no it can’t be true!” I scream the words out painfully. Struggling to stand I sob the words out, “I...t’s no...t tr...uuue, I...t’s no...t tr...uuue,” my devastated state dropping to the floor my body crumbling beneath me as I continue screaming out my disbelief, continuing to cry uncontrollably on the floor. Uncle Red came to check on me, as soon as he could, after I felt my father’s life end. I felt it, yes it was quick, but for me it feels like my chest has a hole in it that is bottomless, the pain and emptiness I feel is like nothing I have ever felt in my entire life, it makes me gasp for breath. Right now, I can’t even remember not ever having this pain, but I know three days ago Pappa went on a supposed ‘routine’ border patrol to identify any reinforcement support needed, it’s a mission to put more protection to prevent rogue attacks on our pack. “Please Moon Goddess, please don’t let it be true, I need him, I NEED HIM!” screaming up at her; I don’t want it to be true. I don’t even remember when I finally stopped crying, I feel like it has been forever. I don’t feel like I will ever be able to breathe properly again, like I won’t be able to move forward. This pain is real, it feels like an eternity of despair loss and emptiness. I am lucky to hae my cousin Katie, who is alo my Luckily, I have Katie, my cousin and best friend, we have been together in the pack since birth, with only days between our births, we are the closest and best of friends. Our parents refer to us as the mock twins, we are so very much alike. I am so grateful for her being here with me, I know her being here consoling me is making me feel better, although I know that she can’t take all my pain away. It hurts so much; it hurts to breathe. Each day is just another painful reminder that he is gone. Pappa’s funeral is today, almost the whole pack will be here to say goodbye. Pappa was loved by everyone. He was an amazing man, he always had time for me, always making me feel loved and cared for, mamma’s job would take her away at times for a week or weeks, pappa and I would bake and eat cookies, lollies and junk food, but then out of the blue he would put on his best ‘dad’ mode and insisting we eat something healthy. I guess reality is that there won’t be anymore of that now, none of his lame dad jokes, none of his protectiveness that borders on ‘obsessiveness,’ but now I would love to hear him tell me he doesn't like a boy purely for absolutely no reason at all, just that the boy waved at me. He would make me laugh and chuckle. Mamma seems to be coping so much better than me. I know she felt her tethered bond to him snap, but she looks composed and ready to get back to work. She looks like she has an almost calm demeanor she doesn't even look like she has been crying, she looks, cold and detached. Why doesn’t she spare me a thought, pappa would have? She could be a mother and give me a hug, comfort me, make sure I am okay, but no, today was no different to any other day. I know that pappa deserves to be given a proper send off, and a proper goodbye, but I'm not ready to say goodbye, it’s too soon. I miss him so much; the pain is physical, not just emotional, its consuming, with every breath I don't seem to be able to find. I feel it with my whole being right down to my soul. Sobbing, I watch the funeral from a front row seat, as usual, the entire funeral and following gathering at the river all begins at the small landing, that aids in the ability to attend the raft without having to work around or through a crowd of people. My head is buzzing with all my grief, mixed with my memories and trying to keep enough of my composure to talk to people who come and offer comfort, condolences support and all making their way to their seats or positions as pappa’s final sendoff s put into motion. Pappa’s raft is pushed away from the landing I feel my heart tighten and my ability to breathe is quickly forgotten. I watch not able to move one inch of my body, my lungs burning, showing that they need oxygen. My pain resurfacing and consuming me completely yet again. The raft is then set ablaze, and I can’t stop the wail of pain that leaves my body before I am falling then everything a dark. Uncle Red and pappa were really close, maybe as close as brothers. Uncle Red has been the one and only male wolf that has been able to help me adjust to pappa’s absence, supporting me with a ‘dad’ presence and I love him dearly for that. Uncle Red has been so good to us, making sure mamma did not have to work for a whole month, I did not have to go to school and Katie to to stay home with me, it was so to to be able to spend time with Katie, I love her ability to distract me. Uncle Red kept looking out for mamma, helping her with some jobs for the pack while she is on grief support Leave. When there were a couple of he-wolves taking an interest in mamma after pappa was gone and I know Uncle Red didn't think that they were at all good enough to be with my mamma. He always looks out for us, and that is when her job helped taking her to the Council’s Territory away from them and she will be able to move on. Mum and Dad were chosen mates, I guess that was lucky for me. Chosen Mates do not have that ‘Fate’ part of the Mate Bond. Lucky part for mamma, while she has felt dad’s death, she will survive, and for that I am truly grateful. Mamma has been going away for work, we used to talk almost every night, but now it’s less. The last few times we spoke she told me that I would be moving with her once I have finished school. I don’t like the idea! I want to focus on school and finish without having this stupid move looming over me. Thinking about leaving Katie, Uncle Red and the Pack makes me feel sick, besides she was supposed to come back to the pack, not make me move away!!! Uncle Red made me to move up to the Alpha Floor with him and Katie in the Packhouse, ensuring I was close if I needed him, and I am sure so that he could keep an eye on me too. Katie’s mamma is like mine; they are both linguists and highly sought after within the Council’s reaches. Luna Mamma Lexi, and I have our own connection and my connection to her is very strong and we are very close, we now probably have a closer bond than mamma and I. Luna Mamma Lexi didn’t make it home for pappa’s funeral, but I did speak to her on the phone for a long, long long time, we talked into the early hours of the morning. Our mamma’s being sisters and both Chosen Mates of pappa and Uncle Red, meant that our families were always really close and even better where we lived in the Pack House was literally one floor different. Pappa and Uncle Red looked after us most of the time, with help from the older Mature Omega’s of the pack, given that mamma and Luna Mamma Lexi would work away, a lot! So, Katie and I feel like we are part of each other.