-Tavyra's POV- 

I woke up to the smell of Kristy's waffles and bacon. The sun was shining through the curtains of the front window, a couple birds flew by as they frolicked in the sky.  Today seemed a little bit happier.

I got up from the couch and felt a jackhammer in my back. My back cracked in seven different places and I had trouble turning my neck to the left. Did I sleep on a rock or something? I didn't think it was this bad. I made my way over to the kitchen and saw Tyson sitting at the table, with his head on the table. Kris was cooking breakfast, her foot tapping quickly. It took me a moment to realize that they were arguing. 

"How could you be so stupid!?" Kris yelled, her attention fixed on the food before her. 

Tyson lifted his head up and sighed, "For the 10th time, I said I'm sorry." 

Kris turned around and almost threw her spatula at him, "Sorry doesn't explain the birds and the bees to Avery! Did you even had the door closed?" 

"Of course I did! I'm not an idiot!" Tyson protested. 

Kris scoffed and tried to make sure the bacon didn't burn, "For goodness sake, you let a five year old, walk in on you have sex with one of your many sluts!" 

I quietly sat at the table closet to the door so I wouldn't be pulled into this conversation. I could pull together bits and pieces but their volume was scaring me enough as is. 

Tyson stood from the table, placed his hands down and growled at her, "Don't you dare call them sluts!" 

Kris rolled her eyes, "Oh, am I wrong? How 'bout Mistresses? Is that better?" She said sarcastically. 

Rufus came through the opening, "Alright, settle down you two. Avery's put back to bed. Tyson may I talk to you outside?" Kris turned back to her cooking, shaking her head, while Tyson pushed chairs out of his way out of the kitchen. Rufus followed behind him and I moved to scoot my chair up. I don't know what I walked in on, but I've never seen Kris that mad before. 

There were a few moments of quiet silence before Kris brought me a plate of food, putting it in front of me, muttering to herself, "He's such an idiot...dumb ass...keep his stupid dick in his pants..." She made her own food and sat next to me, shoveling her food in her mouth angrily. 

Was I suppose to say something in this situation? Was I suppose to make her feel better? Do I just act like I wasn't here listening? I kept quiet eating my morning breakfast. She didn't make any eye contact with me, I think she was too mad to even talk to me. 

Tyson and Rufus came back into the kitchen. Tyson sat down at the table across from Kristy and Rufus went to fix his own plate. It was all silence. I felt like a sore thumb. Rufus sat at the head of the table and began eating. He noticed the silence between all of us and decided to break it, "So, how did you all sleep last night?" 

I saw Kris glare at Tyson, Tyson didn't meet her eye, he simply stared down at the table with his head in his hands again. I answered, trying to make the tone more inviting, "I didn't realize that couch was a rock," I forced a chuckle, but that seemed to make things more awkward. 

Rufus looked up at me, "The couch? You didn't sleep with Zan?" 

I shook my head, "Nah, he needed some space..." I poked at my eggs. 

"So I assume he isn't taking it very well then..." 

I remembered the look I saw in his eyes when he growled at me. It was almost like he was transforming. I couldn't even believe he growled at me to begin with. I shook my head again, trying to get the thought of Zan actually hurting me out of my head. I know he wouldn't...

Tyson stood up from his seat, "I'll go check on him." He left the room without another word. I watched him leave, envying him. If he could get Zan to cheer up and not me, I'm going to be pissed. 

I finished my plate and headed over to the sink to wash it. Rufus got up too and put his plate in the sit too. "The burial's today." He told me, his voice quiet and solemn. 

I nodded. I honestly didn't want to go, but I had to pay my respects and be there for Zan. He seemed like he needed it now more than ever. He didn't even speak to me last night. 

Rufus grabbed my hand with both of his and gave me something, "Go shopping, please. The funerals at 2pm."

Rufus let go and I looked down at my hand. He gave me $100. My eyes widened. This guy just gave me $100. I tried to refuse the money, "Oh, I couldn't. I could pay for myself, it's not big--" He looked at me deep in my eyes, I could see it wouldn't matter if I said yes or no. I sighed and took the money. There was no point in arguing now, "Thank you. I'll pay you back--" 

Rufus put his hand up, "No need. Just be there for Zannic." 

I nodded and he left the kitchen just as quickly as he'd come in. Kris was still sitting at her seat at the table. I decided I should check up on her. I came up behind her and put my hand on my shoulder, "You okay?" 

That's when I realized there were tears running down her cheeks. I was a bit surprised and I wanted to help her, but that's when she stood up, yelling, "He's such a bastard!!" Her tears ran down as she picked up her plate and threw it at the wall. The high-pitched sound of breaking porcelain against the wall and floor already have me a headache. I jumped back so I wouldn't be hit by any stray pieces. Kris stared at the broken plate as she sobbed. How was I suppose to comfort her now? She just broke a plate. 

Kris ran out of the kitchen but not before pushing Rufus out of the doorway of the kitchen. He didn't seemed much fazed by it, he simply kept on and assessed the damage. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. For someone dealing with everything, he seemed rather calm about it. He looked me up and down, "Are you hurt?" I shook my head once again and just realized that my heart was pounding against my rib cage. I don't think I was hurt anyway. Rufus went to get the broom in the corner of the kitchen and suggested to me, "Maybe you should get out of the house for a while. It's probably gonna be a hard day." 

I agreed. Not even noon and there's already been a screaming match, sore body parts, and a broken plate. I don't think I've ever wanted to get out of the house sooner. 

I invited Montavius was me with go shopping for more clothes since Zannic didn't seem to be in the mood. I was checking out a black blouse for $39.99 in the women's clothing department. Montavius peaked over my shoulder at what I was looking at, "That's a cute top, but don't you think you have enough black clothes?" 

I rolled my eyes, "I am going to a funeral later today. I thought you were going too." It seemed most of the pack was going, or at least paying their respects. 

I backed off of me and went to the other side of the rack to help me look, "I am. I just thought you were gonna wear your other black dress."

I pulled the blouse off the rack and continued to look, "Yea, I thought about it, but, this is a funeral, not a party." 

"Touche." Montavius brought me another black top that was a simple black, collared dress shirt with five silver buttons down the middle. I had to admit, I did like it, but what would I wear for bottoms? "How's you and Alpha doing?" 

I sighed, thinking about the text I sent him two hours ago that he has yet to responded to. Was he ignoring me on purpose? Did I do something wrong? "He hasn't spoken to me since his father died..." 

"Oh," Was his only response. He came over and put his hand over my shoulder, "Don't worry, he'll come around some time. I'm sure of it." I nodded. I wanted to believe him, but I don't think I could. Zan has barely looked at me. Montavius tried to change the subject and started pulling me towards the dressing rooms, "Now come on, let's see how those look on you."