Omega Bound (Never Ending Darkness) novel Chapter 173

Promise Me You Will Get Those Bastards

Ayla

“I want you to be prepared.” Thane states softly as he rubs my hand with his thumb.

“I’m not sure how to prepare for any of it.” I’m sure my tone reflects the dread I feel deep within me,

“Some families may be agreeable, appreciative even. Some may be angry or in denial. There are different stages of grief, and we don’t know what stage we will see until we start interacting with them. Don’t take anything personally today, is all I mean, Little Wolf.”

“I won’t. Or I will try not to. There is still a guilty feeling there. That I could have done something.” I admit, the feeling of guilt refuses to leave

1. me.

“We all feel that way Ayla, it is part of this process. If you didn’t, I would be concerned you completely shut your emotions off.” Thane turns down a side street and I can just feel in my soul that we are close to our first family.

“Will you do the talking. If I have anything to say I will just interrupt you.” I try to lighten the mood and give him a soft smile.

“I’ll do anything you want, Little Wolf. Don’t forget that.” Thane asserts and I believe him. He parks in front of a beige townhouse with a stone

accents.

“Okay. Mind–link if we need to leave.” Thane tells me before leaning over and giving me a kiss and squeezing my thigh. He gets out and holds my car door open for me and takes my hand as we walk up to the porch and ring the bell.

“Oscar Blackrock. Thirty–five years old, widowed with no children. This is his parents‘ house. He manages his father’s hardware store. His mate died in a car accident five years ago. He has one sister who may be here. Her name is Mandy.” Thane gives me the run down on this victim’s information.

“Mandy as in Raven’s…”

“Yes.” Thane interrupts as the door pulls open. A tall male stands in the doorway. He appears tired and his shirt is half untucked from his pants. Oscar’s grieving father I suppose.

“Alpha, Luna. You will have to forgive me…” he trails off looking behind him as who I can only presume is his wife, walks up next to him. She looks the same. Clothing wrinkled, her long blonde hair a mess. She has mascara smudges are under her eyes, and they are red from tears,

“No, please don’t apologize for anything to us. “I speak up giving them the best reassuring smile I can force.

“Yes…please come in. Excuse the mess. I’m sure you understand.” Oscar’s mom states as she leads us to the living room and gestures toward the

coach.

Thane and I sit, declining refreshments from Oscar’s mother as she and her mate take the love seat and chair opposite us in the living room.

We spend the time talking about Oscar and listen as his parents share memories of him. They shed tears and rightfully so. Their stories and grief are palpable, and I soon find myself tearing up with them. Thane answers their questions to the best of his abilities, and I can see his devotion to his pack all over his features, in his words and in his actions. They are lucky to have him, and I can tell they trust him and believe the promises

he makes to them.

Oscar’s parents, Francis and Peggy, agree to a joint ceremony and will let us know when they have the mementos they want displayed picked out, We get back in the car and the sense of relief is short lived as we must head to three more families. One of them will be much harder than the

Our next family is that of Adrian Nicolas, mated with three children. He was taken from his mate of 15 years. A loving father, hard worker, and a member of the pack border patrol. His mate was angry and emotional. His children were confused and unable to understand fully the extent of what was happening to them. She too agreed to a combined ceremony and will pick out items, but she seemed too angry to listen to Thane’s promises. She barely made eye contact with me. I don’t blame her.

Nora Wolfrang was a 19–year–old studying to be a teacher. She was said to smile 24/7 and she never knew a stranger. Nora loved children and according to her mother, the world will be darker without her. I agree.

The last stop will be the hardest. I know that, but I also feel like I can’t cry any more. Thane and I make promises, but they barely register with them in the emotional haze they are trying to function in. We arrived outside Monica’s parents‘ house and I can feel Thane watching me intently. In my head I have backed put of this several times already. I don’t know why other than I don’t want to face the reality that she is gone.

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