Revenge Of The Werecats (work in progress)

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        -Suicide is not a option in life so please don't let the sentence in Nina's POV be triggering-

Maria's POV

Logan bounds over to me in a frenzy, grabbing my shoulders he says "Max is.......dead". In that moment my world stopped, maybe even the whole world stopped, like the earth stopped turning on its axis. How could so much bad come to me ? Did the goddess of the death screw me over ? Did brining me back have a price ? All the questions riot in my brain, bashing against my skull.

Logan grabs my hand and drags me out the cabin and across the yard toward the edge of the woods where I see it. I see my brothers body, he's so still just not moving . No! N-no, no , no! He can't be dead. I hadn't realized that I was saying this out loud until I feel Logan grab me in a hug letting me bury my face in his neck. I cry, I cry so much that I don't think there's anything else to life except crying, how can he be dead!?

I feel Logan pick me up bridal style and calling orders for our guards to take Max's body away for the ritual.

"It's going to be okay love, I'm here I promise". My head lulls back and blackness swoops in to take me away.

Nina's POV

Every thing is a blur as I rush through the woods, running just running toward the river. I hear the rushing before I see the water, I dive on to the river bank and lay in the sand. The pain is nothing I can explain it literally feels like half of my body is gone— cut completely in half. My world, it's gone we never got to have kids or even get married, why does so much bad happen to us ? Am I just destined not to be happy?

I wish I could die, for the second time in my life suicide sounds good, how can I go on without Max?

Logan's POV

I carry Maria in my arms, she's out cold. What me and Maria had still lingers in my heart and is still known. Of course I still love her but my mate means everything to me, she is my everything.

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"Get that wood stacked exactly right ! This is the ritual for the dead, to finally put them to peace. If they didn't have any kind of peace in this god forsaken life I be damn sure they have it in the after life. The guards and some of the deads' loved ones help pack and stack the wood in a flat like table top so a body can lay on top, so they can be burned and their ashes be spread throughout the woods. Spread through the place where they ran free and could be with no worries, to feel the open breeze sway through their fur.

Peace ? Do we ever truly know peace, it's pain after pain. Maybe in the after life our wretched souls can know a ounce of peace— we deserve it!

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-so finally a update! Yes it's not all that it was supposed to be but I was trying to get a update out there and published.

-picture up top is how they burn the bodies 👆🏽

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