Funeral.

Both of my parents were dead. Soon there would be a funeral. I still hadn't cried. I felt completely numb. The words my fault were ringing in my head for over a week now.

Before his death my father had actually explained to me what had happened.

Back in highschool my father had actually rejected my mother, because she was a nerd and he wanted to be cool. He told me more than once that this was the biggest mistake of his life. She had left the pack for a few years and when she came back he fought for her until she forgave him.

He marked her and in the same month she ended up pregnant with me. He said she said she had forgiven him. He couldn't understand why it all suddenly came up again, but it all came back to my Mom. The pain of the rejection. The feeling of not being good enough. Nothing Dad did helped and then she just took her own life.

It sounded so unreal. Did I ever even know my parents? They never told me about this. No one ever did. The same night my father confessed everything he died.

"Broken heart." The pack doctor said. Broken heart. But what about me? What was I supposed to do now? At the beginning of this week homework or getting teased by my friends were my greatest issues and now I was an orphan.

I lived with Alice at the moment. I couldn't stay in that house. No matter how much it got cleaned I could still smell the blood, death and darkness. Everyone else told me they smelled nothing. Maybe it was all in my head? Maybe I was going crazy? But maybe not. I didn't know anymore. I couldn't tell. Honestly I just felt lost and left alone. Tomorrow would be my birthday. It should be the happiest day of my life. I should be celebrating it with my family. We should be excited together if I would find my mate.

But none of that would happen.

"Sir, you can't go in there!" I heard the beta of the pack say. Before he could say more the door swung open and a big, grim looking man entered. Alice squeaked and jumped protectively in front of me while I just looked at the stranger like a deer in the headlights.

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From his smell alone I could tell two things. He wasn't from our pack and he was no rogue.

"Are you the survivor?" He asked and stepped closer. I looked at him. Shoulder length blonde hair and a beard. I could see tattoos on his chest poking out from the shirt he hadn't cared to button closed all the way. He has broad shoulders, muscular arms and at least a sheathed sword hanging over his shoulder.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I am sorry for that. Nicholas our beta stepped beside him.

"Sir, this is really not the right place or time for this." He said to the man.

"There is never a right place or time." The man huffed. "Son, did your mother slit her throat?" He asked me.

Nicholas grabbed him and started pulling him out.

"Yes. Why?" I stood up looking the man in the eyes. He fought Nicholas' hands off and took a step towards me. I gulped. He was huge and I could feel the power radiating off him. He was a strong fighter.

"I want to talk to you about the murder of your parents." He said calmly.

I felt as if I had been hit by a hammer. Murder?

"No… it was suicide…" I stammered, slumping back into my chair.

"Stop spouting your nonsense and let him grieve in peace!" Nicholas growled.

"She was pregnant wasn't she?" The stranger asked. I wanted to say no but Nicholas paled.

"And the baby was exactly one week before being able to have a fighting chance on its own?"

"How?" Nicholas whispered, confirming the strangers' suspicions.

Mom was pregnant? With a little sibling? And then she killed herself? I felt sick to my stomach. I got up and ran through the bathroom.

My stomach was churning and I was retching until nothing but bile came.

I flushed the toilet and wanted to get up, but my legs didn't listen to me so instead I slumped down against the wall and pulled my legs to my chest. I didn't know what to think anymore. Honestly I didn't want to think anymore. This was all too much.

Murder. Suicide. A baby. Did I ever really know my parents? I couldn't help but sob.