Chapter 76: Narrator
2 days later,
Everyone stood in a circle of the black casket. Her picture was put on the big frame, decorated with red roses. A flower that reminded her of something she was searching for some many years. A symbol of love, something that she thought she would never experience.
Everyone raised and opened their umbrella as the rain started to pour out. Despite the rain, everyone from the pack was attending the funeral. Alpha Jaxon, Zachariah, and Nathan were there too. Upon hearing the news, Dalton also came in to give his final respect to the Luna of Southern Werewolves Pack. Winston and Dalton reunited again but the younger brother’s proof of living had to be kept in secret in order to protect his identity as a hybrid.
After several people giving eulogies, Amanda stepped forward, touching the black casket with her hand. Her eyes were red and she barely had a sleep since Mira died.
“I hope you found a new solace in the Afterlife,” Amanda mumbled in sorrow. “Until we meet again, Mira.”
Vincent stood next to her, putting his arm around her waist, “Come on, you need to rest.”
Georgia and Eric Kingsley didn’t get the chance to know their son’s mate. They were supposed to be a happy family. Instead, they had two losses. Mira and Cohen. The current Alpha’s whereabouts were still unknown. Several tracking teams had been sent out, trying to locate him. It seemed he had disappeared in thin air. Everyone knew he was out there, somewhere, grieving for his mate’s death.
Liam was appointed an Acting Alpha for the pack until the return of the real Alpha. Lately, he had been busy tracking Cohen in any place he could think of. He knew that the Alpha wasn’t going to return or reveal his whereabouts any time soon. Until his return, Liam would keep the pack intact. Cohen’s responsibility was now rested on his shoulders. Liam would carry this responsibility with an equal determination and leadership just like how Cohen had shown to him. The entire wellbeing and affairs of the pack were Liam’s priority. He wouldn’t let Cohen down. This was a promise he would fulfill.
Few hours after the funeral, and after everyone had left, the rain was still pouring but it didn’t stop one person from standing there under the rain before he knelt down to put down a red rose in front of the grey tombstone that read;
"Mirabelle Callidora de Magnuson, that was your real name,” he touched the engraved words. “They said you were named after your mother Mirabelle and your father’s first wife Callidora Kincaid. Your father’s real name was Ethan de Magnuson. Even though you didn’t tell me about your parents and that you were the daughter of King Ethan de Magnuson of the Vampires, my love for you will stay the same until the end of time.” he leaned his forehead on the tombstone. “Wait for me to come home, darling.”
They faced each other with hands in hands in the cabin. She was wearing a white dress, looking like a Goddess. His Goddess. Her eyes were twinkling with happiness and joy as she stared into his eyes.
He looked deep into her electric blue eyes that he fell in love with as he recited, “I, Cohen Marshal Kingsley, take you, Mira Red as my wife, my partner, my best friend, my mate and my one true love. I promise you my deepest love, my fullest devotion, and my compassionate care through the pressures of the present and the uncertainties of the future. With this ring, I give you my heart, my soul and all of me that from this day forward you will not walk alone. May my heart be your shelter and my arms be your home.” He slid the ring in her finger as a tear dropped from his right eye.
Mira reached out, wiping the tear before she recited her vow, “I, Mira Red, take you, Cohen Marshal Kingsley, as my husband, my partner, my best friend, my mate and my one true love. I promise you my deepest love, my fullest devotion, and my compassionate care through the pressures of the present and the uncertainties of the future. With this ring, I give you my heart, my soul and all of me that from this day forward you will not walk alone. May my heart be your shelter and my arms be your home.” She slid the ring into his finger.
Vincent nodded and recited, “In the name of the Moon Goddess, I pronounced you, Cohen Marshal Kingsley and Mira Red as husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
A sound of footsteps approached him. “I knew you would come.”
“How’s everyone?” Cohen asked, softly.
Vincent was standing by his side with an umbrella in hand, shielding the Alpha from the rain although Cohen was long drenched. He stood up and retreated backward until both of them were next to each other.
“Devastated.” Vincent took his hand out of his pocket and revealed the content on his palm. “I thought you might want to have this.”
Cohen took the ring from his palm and slid it into his own ring finger, above the ring he was currently wearing. It was Mira’s wedding band, the one he put into her finger when they recited their vows. Just because he couldn’t mark her yet, it didn’t stop them from becoming a husband and wife.
Vincent and Cohen stood there for like ages without an exchange of words while staring at the tombstone. Words weren’t needed at this moment because both grieved and mourned differently. There was no point asking how each other was doing because it was clear that none of them were doing well.
Tucking his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, Cohen turned his heels and ready to leave.
“What are you going to do now?” Vincent asked him.
He walked away as he answered, “I don’t know.”