Lillian's swollen eyes grazed over the black pool of fabric in front of her. For the past two days she had been frozen on her bed, unable to move. The heart within her chest beating so softly, it was almost impossible to hear. Three loud knocks appeared on her door. She looked up, but stayed silent. Voices whispered behind the solid oak, a familiar, soft, musical tone she craved, commanding everyone to leave her alone. The others were impatient, but the blonde was too stubborn to allow their enterance. When they reluctantly agreed, the door opened.

The room was a clear reflection of Lillian's state. Such a mess, that Klaire couldn't keep the hurt from her eyes when she locked her sights on her friend. Her soul slightly darkned at the broken girl in front of her. Picking up a black, lacy, dress, Klaire slid onto the bed, and pulled her friend against her. Lilli grabbed a hold of the large grey sweater and lost control of the tears she had been holding back. Ever since they had met the day her mother died, Klaire was the one person she lost control with. It was a relief to cry in front of her. She wasn't they type to create a speech on why everything was going to be okay, no she was the wall Lilli was able to hide behind and protect herself from the cruel world around her.

Her presence was like the small flame of a lighter when one was surrounded by darkness. No words were ever needed. Just seeing Klaire was like a gasp of fresh air for Lillian.

"Klarissa..." A weak voice called out from the crack of the door. She remained silent, focusing only on her friend.

"It's okay." Lillian croaked, knowing who was waiting on the other side. With a worried glance, Klaire crawled off the bed and poked her head into the hallway. Mark was leaning against the wall, his black sweats hanging low on the 'V' of his hips, and white guaze covering the wounds of his muscular torso. If the situation would have been different, Klaire would have been blushing.

"You should be in bed."

"Is she okay?"

"Of course not," Klaire snapped, "How could someone be okay after loosing their father?"

"I...I didn't mean it like that Klaire." Mark dropped his gaze to the floor causing Klaire to mentally kick herself for lashing out like that, "She's our leader now. With Anthony gone, she will have to be our temporary Alpha."

"Can't they turn to you?"

"They have to be of alpha blood. Everyone is confused and lost, all they can think about is who they can lean on-"

"The pack can come to me. I know I'm not even a wolf, but Lilli is in no way ready for the pack. Can't you feel it, the girl is barely even alive."

"Klaire-"

"Please back me up on this. I'm worried she won't get back up if we put to much on her this time." With a sigh Mark brought his eyes back up to Klaires. He could see the protectivness radiating in her eyes, he knew at that moment that challenging her would turn into an issue.

"Alright." Klaire smiled and then back tracked into her room shocked to find Lilli in the black dress she had picked out.

"His funeral is soon." She whispered.

"You don't have to go Lill."

"Mark is right Klaire. I'm the alpha now. I need to show the pack that they aren't alone." Klaire opened her mouth to abject but stopped. Lillian was taking a huge stop by doing this, she was no where near being ready to take control, but Klaire knew seeing Lillian would not only be good for the pack, but good for herself.

"I can jump in if you need me to."

"They would love that," Lillian joked, "A speech from the worlds worst speaker."

"Shut up," Klaire pouted, "My speeches are beautiul."

"As beautiful as dirt."

"Jeeze Lilli, you sure know how to give confidence to a girl." Lillian laughed for a few seconds before sinking back into her lost state. Tears stung Klaire's eyes as she realized Lillian might not come out of this so easily like last time, "Let me get dressed." Before she was given a response, Klarissa replaced her grey sweats and pink leggings with black pants, and a black tank top, topping the outfit off with a black and white beaded necklace that Lillian had given to her a year ago.

"Klaire..."

"Yeah?" She looked up at her friend.

"Maybe I'm not ready." Her eyes watered the moment her bottom lip started trembling. Knowing what was about to happen, Klaire lunged for her friend, barely catching her as she collapsed to the ground. "I can't!" She cried, "I can't...he's gone. I'm alone...w...what do I do?" Lillian cried into her lap unable to stop the emotions flooding through her system.

"I will speak for you Lill. Do you want somone to carry you to his grave?" She shook her head and then forced herself off the ground.

"Just let me lean on you." With a squeeze to the hand, Klaire wrapped her arm around Lillian's waist and moved through the house towards the back yard.

A crowd of black was gathered in a semi-circle near the edge of the woods. Someone was already up, speaking about his sister, one of the female's who had gone to help train. Klaire looked around going over a mental list of everyone present. Only two were missing; Mark and Rayce, which was most likely because Mark was in need of a change of bandages.

When the two girls got closer, the pack began making a path which led towards two open chairs in the front row. Klaire began lowering Lillian to her spot, when the broken wolf suddenly pushed her away and marched to the podeium next to a marble grave marker. All eyes strained on her, waiting to hear what their new alpha had to say. She took a few deep breaths and locked eyes with Klaire, directing the speech at her.

"Ten years ago, on March seventeenth, two thousand and three, my father brought two things back home with him. He brought me my dead mother and a terrified little girl who very quickly became my shoulder to cry on. He gave me a gift that healed my heart. When I lost my mother, my father had no clue on what to do. He, himself was lost at the loss of his mate; how could one who was broken fix another in their same position? That is what I had thought. In fact I sort of blamed him, I was young, motherless, and my father was avoiding me..." She paused letting a tear slide down her cheek, "Or so I had thought. Klaire shook me till I realized it, but he had tried.

"My father had been sneaking in my room at night to hold me while I slept, only because it was what my mother always did. He'd drop everything and try to talk to me, but I had been to stubborn to realize it. Even to this day we can all see the effort he put in to be with me. I wish I could be in his arms again. I...I wish I c...could hear m...more of his s...stories. I...I...GOD DAMN IT!" Lillian suddenly shoved the wooden podeium to the side causing it to crash into a group of potted roses. The pack shifted back a step and watched their alpha tear their funeral session to shreds.

Half through her temper tantrum, Klaire stepped up and pulled Lillian against her, ignoring the ugly words thrown in her face. It took all of five minutes for her to clam down. Together they sunk to the ground, Klaire cradling Lilli in her lap, rocking the shivering brunnet in hopes of chasing away some of the pain inside.

"Klairey-"

"No," she whispered to the familiar voice behind her, "I'm not leaving her."

"She's asleep. Let Brad take her to bed. You've been out here for almost an hour."

"She needs me," Klaire said dryly, "I can't leave her alone."

"Klaire, let her go."

"No!" There was silence, and then a pair of arms was pulling her away. Klaire struggled against her attacker, but was no where strong enough to escape from the embrace of the male wolf. Her eyes filled with horror as Brad lifted Lillian from the ground and carried her into the house. The man behind her sighed and put on her the ground softly before walking away and leaving her to face Mark. He pulled her into his arms and held on with everything he had.

"You need to let go Klaire."

"No!" She sobbed, "She needs me to be strong."

"Klaire, you can not keep your own saddness bottled up forever. It's going to cause you to explode eventually."

"B...but...if she see's-" Klaire's words abruptly cut off as Mark's soft lips captures her own. A soft moan escaped and before she knew it, silent tears were dripping to the ground.

A/N: The picture to the top or sode is Teresa Palmer, playing as miss Drev:)

So coming up soon there will be a week where I will have no service and will be unable to update, but don't worrk because when I come back there will be more to read. Expect more chapters to arrive this week, possibly three and four.

I chose the song My Immortal by Evanescence because I listened to it while I had wrote the entire chapter. Lets just say for me, it made it ten times worse. Tears were in my eyes. I hope you enjoyed.

One last thing, Klaire was terrified that If Lillian saw her crying that she wouldn't be able to make it. Klaire has always been the one that kept her tears locked away.