Alana's PoV

Life. It's a funny thing. You can do so many good things in life yet you'd still end up six feet underground. Same goes for doing bad things. Everyone ends up in the same place.

Six feet underground.

No matter how famous or rich you are, you still end up underground with the same gravestone as everyone else.

Death. In my life, most of the good people I know have died but the bad ones stayed. They preyed and killed. The good ones looked after others and gave money to charity yet they were taken from this earth.

Life and death are the two things on this earth that I will never truly understand. It's the one thing I don't think anyone truly understands.

I stared at my mother's grave before glancing at the one next to her and the one after that. They all look the same. What if I forget where it is?

I was relieved that the service was over. I hated seeing everyone approach me, my brother and dad to tell us what an outstanding woman she was. I know who she is- was. I lived with her for most of my life. They didn't. They don't know what she was like.

They don't know how happy she gets- used to get- when her favourite movie, Scream, was on TV. They don't know how angry she used to get at me when I'd refuse to wake up earlier than 1pm. They never burst out laughing as she danced around the kitchen like a crazy person on a high. They never saw her when she was at her happiest, saddest and her highs and lows.

Liam, my brother, kept an arm around his mate as she sobbed. His mate didn't know my mom like I did. Why the fuck is she crying? She has a mom. I don't. Liam stared at the grave not even shedding a tear. I glanced at my dad who was sat on the ground with tears rolling down his cheeks. Grayson stood beside me. I leaned against his shoulder feeling drained.

We turned and walked towards the car. Everyone else followed behind. Liams mate, Amber, was a new addition to the family who I was yet to meet. They met each other four years after I disappeared to the Red Moon pack. They've only known each other for a year since I was there for five.

Soon we pulled up outside my childhood home. The wake was happening at the pack house. Clearly none of us were ready to go there. We slowly got out of the car and walked inside. It still smelt of her. Homemade cookies and chocolate. She smelt of those because she was always making cookies. There wasn't a day that went by when she wasn't making them.

I wasn't ready to walk through the rest of the house and see her things everywhere. I walked upstairs and almost ran to my old bedroom when I walked past my parents room.

I heard Grayson follow behind. It was sweet that he was so concerned but I knew he was only following me in case I hurt myself. We all know that I've done some pretty dangerous things when I've been hurt emotionally.

I sat on my bed. The same bed that I haven't slept in for five years. The same sheets that my moms been washing and changing for those years. I spotted a picture of the two of us on my nightstand. I slowly reached out and picked it up.

"I almost forgot what she looked like," I said quietly as I stared at the photo. Her arms were wrapped around me as we sat in the backyard. "I remember this day," I told Grayson. He sat beside me and stared at the photo. "It was my 16th birthday. Dad was struggling to make the food on the barbecue so he was asking her for help. She kept on telling him that this day won't repeat itself so she's got to make it special. She never helped him and he ended up burning everything. We bought pizza instead."

He stayed silent. "There was two parties that were going on. Liam had his guys over and I had my friends over for a slumber party. The boys had to go have their sleepover at the pack house and we got the house."

"Because they were horny teenagers?," Grayson guess with a small chuckle. I nodded my head.

"My parents couldn't risk having any pups being conceived that night," I laughed. I instantly stopped. Why did I laugh? Grayson noticed my frown.

"It's okay to laugh," he told me. "I know you feel guilty I did too. That's why I stopped. Then you came along and smiling has become normal. Sometimes I do feel guilty but then I remember that my mom would want me to live my life. She'd want me to be happy. Your mom would too."

I nodded my head and gave him a small smile. I put the frame down and stood up. Grayson followed suit. We both walked down the stairs towards the den. Liam and my father were no where to be seen. Amber, Liams mate, was sat on the couch.

She gave me a small smile when she saw me. When I noticed what she wore, I saw red. She wasn't wearing what she wore to the funeral. I didn't return the smile as I shrugged Graysons arm off me and stormed towards her. I was angry. I was seeing red. How dare she?

"What the fuck are you wearing?," I yelled. She quickly stood up.

"I-I'm-," she began to stutter.

"Did you think because she's dead that you can take over her stuff?," I asked her in disbelief. Liam and my dad ran in. Grayson stood to the side. He didn't bother stopping me because he knew if he did I'd break his nose instead of hers. She opened her mouth to speak but quickly closed it.

"What's going on?," Liam asked as he ran over to Amber. He wrapped his arms around her, comforting her. She began to sob in his chest. I rolled my eyes. Lying bitch.

"I-I don't-," she began to say.

"Take it off!," I screeched. Liam looked at me confused before looking back down at his mate. "She's got moms sweater on."

Tears rolled down my cheeks. It was her favourite sweater. I knitted it with a little help from a friend and gifted it to her on her birthday years ago. She wore it all the time.

I felt so helpless and I hated it.

"GIVE ME THE SWEATER BACK!," I screamed as I pounced on her. If she wasn't going to take it off willingly, then I'll gladly do it. My dad stood to the side and watched. Liam grabbed me trying to pull me off her.

We fell to the ground. I straddled her as she tried to push me off. I pulled on the sweater. "TAKE IT OFF!"

We rolled over and she was on top of me. I let out a scream as I tried to get her off me. Grayson and Liam weren't making it easy. She slapped me. I stared at her in shock.

It's my dead mothers clothes that she's wearing.

I thought that the sweater would smell so much of her and that I could take it back with me but it didn't smell of her. It was there but just barely.

I flipped us back so that I was on top. I was more than angry. I was fucking murderous. "STUPID BITCH," I insulted her before I threw a punch to her face.

Before she could punch me back, Grayson managed to pull me off her. I have a feeling that he wasn't really trying to get me off her before. If he wanted to, he could've easily separated us. He looked at my face for any injuries before touching the cut on my lip. "Her fucking claws," I seethed. I wasn't talking about her actual claws. I was talking about her fake nails that are long. They're probably fucking longer than Cardi B's.

I pounced forward wanting to kill that bitch but Grayson held my waist pulling me back. Liam was checking she was okay. Why the fuck does he care if she's okay?

Liam left her standing in the room all alone as he went to get that motherfucker an ice pack. If only I could shove the ice pack down her throat and watch as she chokes.

"She was my mom," I said loudly, knowing that the jerk would hear. "She wasn't yours. You stole the one thing that made me feel connected to her."

I thought back to all those times when her and my dad would go out of town and I'd go to their room and grab her sweater. For some reason, it always made me feel close to her.

"She means so much to you now," Amber spoke. Grayson who had his back to her tensed before he reluctantly moved to the side. "Why didn't she mean this much to you before she died? You abandoned her so I don't think you get to call yourself her daughter."

I watched as she readied herself to attack me. Grayson stood in front of me protectively.

"Stand down," Grayson ordered her. Even though he wasn't her alpha, he was still one. You can't ever disobey an alphas order. If you do, it causes you an immense amount of pain u less obviously your the mate of an Alpha. She stayed sill in her position.

Liam walked in unaware. "Tell your mate to stand down," Grayson demanded. He nodded his head and rushed to her side.

"Amber, baby," he said. "Come on. He's an Alpha. Stand down. How are you not in pain right now?"

She looked up at him before apologising. "I'm so sorry," she told him. "I love you." With that, she pounced. Grayson quickly grabbed her neck and pinned her to the ground with ease.

"I can make your death nice and quick but it'll have to be another time," he shrugged. I knew he didn't want to kill her. We've already had a funeral today. I don't intend on going to another one.

I ran upstairs to grab my things. I walked into my parents room and went straight to their closet. I held my mothers favourite floral dress close to my chest before leaving their bedroom. I walked downstairs with my things. Liam noticed what I had in my hand but didn't say anything.

I just want to smell my mom.

Grayson quickly let go of her and stood by my side. Liam ran towards Amber and rubbed her back as she coughed. We left the house without another word. "Should've killed the asshole," I muttered.

"For once, I actually agree with you," he said as he opened my car door. I got in and shot him a small smile as he closed my door. I closed my eyes and leaned back in my seat. I dozed off so quickly that I didn't even hear him getting in the car and starting the engine.