I Didn't Know I'm a Rogue

Funeral

I started padding down the hallway, my hands shoved deep in my pockets, and I ignored the rest of my pack members. They looked at me with pitying expressions, and I could feel myself getting angry. I just took deep breaths and disappeared back into Tyler's bedroom.

"Hey Bo."

Tyler smiled at me and pushed herself up so that she was sitting against the headboard of her bed. "Come sit," she said, and she patted some space on the bed next to her. I crossed the room and rested lightly on the bed next to her, and she slipped her hand into mine.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Fine," she answered. "I peeked at my wounds under the bandage before you walked in and their almost completely healed. I'm more concerned about how you're doing."

"I think I'm okay," I replied. I wasn't, actually.

"Cut the bull Bo," said Tyler flatly. "You can talk to me."

I stared at her a moment, unsure that if I let my emotions out, they would devour me, and I wouldn't be able to pull myself back. However, if I didn't, they may consume me from the inside out.

I sighed and stood up, letting her hand slip out of my own. "I'm angry and confused," I admitted, and I started to pace across her room. "Why? Why did they have to kill her?" My voice started to get louder and more intense, and I ran my hands angrily through my hair. "She was only fourteen! Dot wasn't a threat to anybody. She didn't need to die."

"She didn't," responded Tyler quietly.

"I know they're dead, but I'm still so furious," I growled. "I want to bring him back and kill him a thousand times over!" I collapsed in the chair next to Tyler's bed and let my head fall into my hands. "I miss her," I croaked, "I really miss her."

"I'm sorry." My eyes snapped up to see Tyler looking at me, but she wasn't wearing an expression of pity. It was more a mixture of sadness, understanding, and... guilt. Suddenly, I realized that she really thought that Dot's death was her fault.

Instead of saying something, I just climbed onto the bed next to Tyler and pulled her into my arms. At first, she stiffened in surprised, but it took less than a second for her to relax and wrap her arms around my torso. Tyler locked eyes with me, and I found myself lost in her brilliant hazel eyes.

I dipped my head down and pressed my lips lightly to hers, enjoying the electric feeling I got every time we kissed. I hugged her close to my chest and closed my eyes, savoring the complete feeling of being with my mate.

~~~Tyler's POV~~~

I smoothed the fabric over my stomach and stepped over to the full length mirror on the back of my closet door. The black dress I'd borrowed from Tessa for Dot's funeral was sadly beautiful. It had a modest v-neck and reached just below my knees. My hair was still slightly damp from my shower, and I'd pulled it back in a tight French braid.

I pulled on the light pink sweater Dot had forced me to buy when we'd went school shopping, and I smiled at my reflection. In the short time I'd gotten to know Dot, I knew she would've wanted some kind of color at her funeral, though she wouldn't have guessed it would be so soon.

"Hey Ty."

I looked over at the door way to see Fae standing there, clad in a long-sleeved black shirt and black slacks. Like me, she had on a splash of color, this one a bright green beaded necklace. "Hey Fae," I replied. "What's up?"

"I just want to talk to you, I guess," she said, taking a couple steps into my room and perching on the corner of my bed. "You know, about stuff."