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Another Funeral
The weather seemed perfect for a funeral this time. Unlike Grandma’s funeral, which had been during the summer, it was fall now, and a light breeze stirred the leaves as they dripped from the trees along with the falling rain. I stood there with my feet rooted in the ground, near the casket, listening to the pastor talk about eternity and all kinds of things that didn’t seem to apply under the circumstances, but my mind wasn’t focused on what he was saying. I was stuck in the past, in what had happened three days ago, that night when my pack had successfully eradicated Verina’s, pushing them out of our forest for good.
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