Chapter 51. Die with Her

Anna

Today marked the sixth death anniversary of my father and the massacre at my pack. A memorial had been constructed inside the pack at the place where they were killed.

Noah had already permitted me to visit the pack whenever. He had notified the guards so I was easily let in.

Carrying a few black roses I made my way to the memorial with a heavy heart. Tears burnt the back of my eyes as I saw the epitaph. Stepping closer I placed the roses on it and traced my finger on the black cold marble. I closed my eyes, sending a silent prayer.

I missed my father and couldn’t help but wonder how my life would have turned out had he been alive.

“Dad, I miss you,” I silently whispered, stifling a cry. My heart ached, and I wished to visit my parent’s room.

My feet carried me in its direction; along the way, I met some of my pack members, but they turned in the other direction, seeing me approach. Fear was evident in their eyes, which wrenched my hea