My Dark Knight (COMPLETED)

Epilogue

Epilogue....(self-edited so beware of mistakes)

 

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~~~~THREE DAYS LATER~~~~

 

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The rain poured heavily from the sky in torrents, plastering my clothes tightly to my skin. My hair was drenched and stuck to my face in curly tendrils but I paid it no mind.

If I were human, I would have been very cold, because this time of year the rain was icy and could be quite brutal. I glanced up briefly at the overcast sky, blinking away the drops that splattered against my face. The weather was perfectly suited for today. Today, we were honoring the werewolves that had died in the battle.

Three had died fighting the vampires. Rebekah, of course, had given her life so Cain would no longer walk this earth. 

Another of the Black Mountains Pack members had gone down as well. I hadn’t been well acquainted with him, but I felt his loss through Gabriel.

I had been struck with no small amount of horror when I saw the last victim, because I recognized her. It was Bree, who had come with us on my first tour of the Black Mountains Pack. She had sparred with me during my first “test” upon coming to their land. Apparently she was brought down in a two-on-one fight, and had died valiantly. Still, my grief had worsened when I saw the others carrying her limp body.

 The funerals for the latter two wolves had already come and gone, and their families carried away the bodies to have a few more minutes with them before nature took over.

Now, it was Rebekah’s turn.

I blinked away my grief-riddled thoughts as I saw my Mate’s large form approaching through the thick sheets of pouring rain. As always, the sight of Gabriel warmed my heart in ways I’d never thought possible. Even a day like today could not prevent my body’s natural reaction to him.

 When he stood next to me, we locked eyes for a long moment. Rivulets of rain trickled down Gabriel’s face and this close, I could see the drops clinging to his dark eyelashes. His eyes were heavily-lidded with grief. I was sure I looked no better.

He had already laid Rebekah down on the large, flat rock, and the rest of the wolves were gathered on the other side of the massive clearing. The wolves that had formerly belonged to my pack were here, too, despite the fact that they hadn’t known her. Everyone knew of her sacrifice. She was a hero in our world, and apparently in the Angels’ world, too.

Thinking of Angels made my eyes flicker to where Raziel was standing, a few feet from Gabriel on his other side. The Angel’s ethereal features were inscrutable. I knew the concept of a werewolf funeral must have been uncomfortable to him, but he was vehement that it was what Rebekah wanted. I wondered when they’d had occasion to talk about it. Perhaps when she initially told him of her plan. 

I felt heat rise to my cheeks, an automatic reaction, when Gabriel’s fingers intertwined with mine and he pulled me to his side. I leaned my head against him, staring at the beautiful woman lying on the rock. Most of her body was covered, but her face had been left exposed so we could gaze upon her one last time.

 Even in death, Rebekah looked commanding and regal. It was not hard to imagine her as a Luna. Her dark hair cascaded down the side of the rock, stuck to the surface because of the heavy rain.