STILL ALPHA RIVER'S P.O.V
I don't know how long I stayed on my feet lost in my grieving thoughts. I saw my friends and family trying to snap me back to the present and only stopped when they realized their effort wasn't yielding any results.
I could feel myself shutting down as the minutes passed by. Gathering the last of strength I possessed, I gently stood to my feet and without a word to anyone strutted off into my walk in closet where I changed into a pair of black pants and a loose fit t-shirt.
I didn't bother checking my reflection in the mirror. My mate was dead. Murdered and I had no one to impress.
The only reason I was going out instead of grieving alone in my room was because I wanted to confirm that she was really dead.
Somehow a large part of me is refusing to acknow
