41. Death of me
--THREE DAY'S LATER--
I had been keeping my distance from everyone, especially Claire. I couldn't bare to have Maxwell's scent invade my nostrils. Well not just yet anyway. Since, running from the pack house. I had been staying at Fran's house. I learned a lot about her. She was also a werewolf but her and her parents do not belong to a pack. There parents escaped a mean alpha and since then they never looked for a new one. Though I told them about Marcus and how good he was. They stuck by there word.
Today, we say our goodbyes to Maxwell and I don't think I am ready too. I don't think I am ready to let go of him and my heart. We stood at the front of the funeral and all you could hear were the sobs and tears falling from each person's eyes. Everyone's heads were down.
