“How could you let them do this?” I cried, but I couldn't stop. I was on my knees, digging into the freshly turned soil with my bare hands, desperate to reach my mother's urn and undo the damage they had caused.
Winona’s calm facade broke. “Stop her!” she shouted. “My baby has suffered enough. I won’t allow him to be disturbed again!”
Winona's wolfguards grabbed me, holding me back as I screamed for them to stop. "Let me go!"
Scott’s voice cut through the chaos. “Ariana... Winona's already heartbroken over her dog's death. Yet, you're making a big deal just because we had to pause the mating ritual. You’ve gone too far. Apologize to her, now!”
“Never!” I spat, wishing I could turn into a wolf and rip them apart.
Winona dug my mother's grave! Any normal werewolf would tear anyone who would do that to their loving mother. I want them to feel the agony I'm feeling right now.