Neve (Playlist- Goodbye my love- Trevor Morris - funeral scene)
The rhythmic tapping of my fingertips against my lower lip was not helping me to make a decision any quicker. What does one wear to a divinity funeral in an alternative realm where I was about to meet all of my mates' friends formally for the first time? It didn’t help matters that I only managed to stuff a few of my favourite outfits into the holdall my wolf could carry and none of them were suitable for a funeral. Black wasn’t my colour. It was Ilaria’s. She would describe my fashion sense as over-the-top and a bloodsore to the eyes. I liked my clothes to radiate happiness. What was so wrong with that?
“When Kafele said you were nearly ready, I expected you might at least be dressed?”
I jolted at the sound of Lorcan’s
