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The Theory of Wolfs bane

Funerals make me sick.

Adonia's POV
Out of 200 wolves only 50 made it alive, out of 900 witches only 70 made it alive. This battle was definitely going down in supernatural history. Jacob was holding my hand. It was rainy. Perfect for a funeral. The battle had ended after both sides had surrendered. I tried to find my family, Eamon and Apollo made it. Mom, dad, and Olivia didn't. As the three of walked out carrying the dead bodies, Jacob spotted me. He didn't't care that I was covered in blood, he didn;t care that I was half asleep, and he didn't care that I had a corpse in my hands. He kissed me and told me he loved me. Eamon carried the bodies down to the basement. Jacob followed us home and called his mom and told her that he was okay. She came over. She apologized.
At 1:00 in the morning the remaining people came to bury the dead. Alison was bringing Casey's body back to Connecticut to be with the family. It was a sad day, but a hopeful one too. Hopefully everybody could move on. We would get along, all of us, hopefully.
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THIS IS NOT THE END! Just letting ya'll know there's more to come....