Chapter XLIX-2

I walked towards her. "What are you doing? The burial is within an hour." I rounded her so that I could see her face.. Still pale from no sleep and wet with tears. "Where is everyone?" Every each one of our people that gave their life that night was supposed to be buried that day.. Alongside my father. We spoke of it, we agreed to it.. They were supposed to be getting ready.. But her silence told me something else. "I called it off." She looked me in the eye and I saw the kind of blankness that sent chills down my spine. "There will be no burial." I wasn't really able to register her words properly.. I wasn't able to understand what she meant by that.. The sight of my father, dead on that table was morbid. For a second, I looked at her to see if she was really conscious, but she was, she spoke with certainty in her voice.. "What?" I managed, somewhat finding my voice.. I glanced down at my father and gulped once more, but barely found a way to inhale. "You can't-" "Your father will not be buried until all of this is over. If he has to go, he will go in peace. Not at war." She cut me off, putting my father's antique hand watch that had been in our family for generations, over his chest.. She wished to bury him with it, and it was only proper to do so.. "All of our people that gave their lives for the sake of ours deserve better. The least we can do is sent them away properly." And what was there to say? What was there to really say to that? She was certain, determined to do so. My mother was always superstitious. Her whole family had raised her to trust in the old Gods, in the other world, and even though she taught us of it, I was never really fond of it.. But I did respect her beliefs, so I kept my silence and only nodded my head. After all, we had to wait for only that night until she would allow a burial.. It was all going to be over by the morning. Or so we hoped. "It's all happening tonight." I reminded, noticing how she still refused to meet my gaze.. Instead, she seemed very much focused on my father. I don't think she even left his side during the two days. And I was starting to worry for her.. It was concerning to see such devotion. Almost as if she refused to accept he was gone.. Like she was escaping it the truth. And no matter how much I wished to deny it as well, there was no escaping reality. I suppose I was lucky to have Christian keep me safe. Which reminded me of the conversation I knew I had to have with her, connected to that subject.. To Christian and I. "Your uncle told me, yes," She sniffed silently, and inhaled, rounding the table and walking towards the armchair on the side. "Good. The quicker it's over, the better." During the past day I spent in Christian's house alongside the others that were all there to make sure the plan was well organized, I told my mother I was doing exactly that, making sure everything was alright with our pack.. Perhaps avoiding to mention a few stuff such as me being involved in the whole plan.. Well, I was about to tell her.. But I feared that perhaps it wasn't the right moment to do so.. Still, I had no choice. It was all going down that night. I needed her aware of every detail. "Marco and Jack shouldn't know of this." I finally managed to say so, getting closer and closer to the point, which she was first to bring up. "Of course. I don't want any of you involved." So I crossed my arms and cleared my throat. "No, mom, I'm going as well." And to my words, she looked up at me.. Clear shock and worry flashed behind her wide eyes.. "What?" I glanced at my father.. It was anger the sight of him caused.. "It is me Adam wants.. It is my family they attacked. Only I can end it, and end it once and for all." Silence fell over for a second.. She stared without a blink. "Lana,-" "You have your ways, and I respect them. Respect mine." I agreed for the burial to be the next day, after everything was gone.. It was her turn to agree to my terms as well. "Do not tell Marco and Jack, you hear me?" I walked towards her, noticing how she blinked slightly, managing to keep the tears that the mention of my brothers caused to gather. It seemed like.. Like she had forgotten of those around her from how much she grieved for those we lost. "I will not." And I was glad to hear that.. I knelt in front of her.. Took her hands in mine, and felt just how cold they were.. She was a mess. She refused to have anyone near her for those previous two days.. And it was that moment when I mentioned my brothers that she seemed like she somewhat snapped back to reality.