Without a second thought, I turned and ran, my heart pounding. My mother had been everything to me, always giving, always selfless. Even in her final moments, she had asked for nothing. “Don’t engrave my name,” she had said. “Just write, ‘May my daughter live a safe and happy life.’” It was her last wish.
But now, that wish was being violated by these disrespectful werewolves!
When I arrived at the grave, the sight took my breath away. Winona was there with her followers, digging up my mother’s remains. They had discarded my mother’s urn to replace it with the ashes of Winona’s dog. Two wolfguards were digging the grave as if they had every right to.
“What are you doing?” I screamed, rushing toward them, my fists clenched.
Winona stepped back, hiding behind Scott. “This is my baby’s new home,” she said sweetly. “I spoke to the cemetery manager. The inscription fits. I’m sure the daughter won’t mind.”
I snapped. I grabbed the shovel from one of the men and started undoing the damage. “Ariana, stop!” Scott yelled, pulling the shovel from my hands.