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I didn't know what to expect when I turned around. Perhaps Samantha would offer some more cake or something. But not this... I turned and when I did it was like someone had made the clocks run slow. Everyone was huddled around Tristan, even Bob had crouched near him. It was then that I saw it. A small silver dagger was sticking out of his side and the blood that had fallen from him was bubbling like boiling water. I padded over to them on my now four legs.

*What's happening?* I asked.

*silver is poisonous to werewolves* Kiki said her tone sad. I understood now, Tristan was dieing. I walked closer and sat down near him.

*Isn't there any thing we can do?* I asked.

"no" said Tristan weakly. "but... at least Kiki is safe."

*what? why wouldn't she be safe...*

*Alex... If Tristan hadn't jumped in the way I would have been hit by that dagger...and now he's going to die...* I could see the tears run done her cheek as she told me this.

"Pup, I'm sorry." Tristan said

*For what?* I replied

"I'm sorry that I didn't tell you I was your uncle, and I'm sorry for causing all of this."

"what do you mean" managed Samantha through her tears.

"If I had never been here...the hunter would of left you guys alone and..."

"And what?" said Eric.

"...And if I had not bitten Marcy...I mean Kiki...None of this would of happened...it's all my fault..." as Tristan said this Samantha gasped.

"Yo-your the reason why me brother was turned into a freakin' wolf!" she yelled suddenly.

*Samantha calm down.* I said *I'm Okay with what I am...In fact I'm proud to be different...* I said. Tristan tried to stand but collapsed.

"ow...It looks like I won't be standing any time soon..." Tristan joked. I shifted back to my human form, my body refilling the loose clothing that still clung to my fur.

"hey...Alex do you think you could remove this dagger... so that my wound heals..."

"but why?" I asked

"so that it will look like I died a natural death" I grasped the handle of the knife and pulled it out, It came out clean, glistening in the mid afternoon light. I looked down at the wound this dagger had created and saw that it was already healing, a last ditch attempt at repairing the unrepairable. As the wound disappeared we heard Tristan's last breath, a long ragged note that hung in the air like a sick balloon.

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The funeral was simple, small. A few days before, Kiki had learned how to become human again, And now I sat beside her listening to the eulogy. Her strawberry-blond hair was in tangles, and her deep blue eyes glistened with tears. Me and Eric had taken the hunters body deep into the woods. On the news they said he had been attacked by an animal... When Kiki looked at me on the day of my uncles funeral, I knew that My (now perminatly) yellow eyes were filled with greif and many unanswered questions... Bob and Joey have rebonded and me and Eric even found it in ourselves to forgive him. The eulogy continued and when it was time I stood up ready to contribute my part.

"I never really knew my Uncle until a few days ago... But It's almost as if a life time has been sqeezed into the short time that he was with us.

I know that he is gone, that I shall never see him again but I'm okay with it. Because he taught us a message: to not be afraid to die! and I hope to uphold that message, I'm not afraid to die because I'll know that the people I love are safe..."