After Axel had finished proposing to me, all of us had went out to have dinner. The Super Six enjoyed a lot, dancing and drinking through the night. Becoming a werewolf had another advantage; it took a lot of alcohol before you got drunk. So we drank like pigs, except for Rebecca of course. She was still human.
Then next day was the funeral-s***h-mourning-ceremony, for all those wolves who had died in the battle between the Gold Moon and the Dark Alpha. We gave them all due respect, and the day was filled with silence, tears and prayers. We spent the night tending to their graves, covering them with the most rare flowers, making them as beautiful as the souls of the people who were inside. It was a heart-wrenching event, no matter how much everyone told me it wasn't, I still felt like the
