Zola's POV
"I'm going to pick out an outfit to dress my mom in. Can we talk about the whole having a wolf thing after the funeral? I have a bunch of questions." Star, of course, told me yes and that she will gather the staff to prepare for my mother's memorial. Walking into my mom's bedroom, my tears began to flow again. She didn't deserve this. I don't think I'll ever be ready to say goodbye, but the room is beginning to smell pretty bad from her decaying body. I dig through her closet until I find the dress I'm looking for. "It's beautiful." The voice in my head, I mean, my wolf says. I'm not use to having a wolf and still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I even have one. Whenever I hear her voice, I jump from being startled. I agree though, the dress I picked out is beautif
