"I really don’t understand why you're being so dramatic," she said, her voice cold. "I didn’t dig up your family's grave!"
With a wave of her hand, she ordered the wolfmen behind me, "Refill the grave and let my baby rest in peace."
The two wolfmen released their grip on me and turned back to their task. But I couldn’t let them desecrate my mother’s resting place any further. I stepped forward, my hands trembling with rage.
"Are you done?!" Trent snarled, grabbing me roughly by the arm and shoving me aside.
I stumbled and fell hard to the ground. My shoulder hit my mother’s urn, and to my horror, it tipped over, spilling her ashes across the wet earth. For a moment, the world went silent. The pain was so intense it stole my breath away.
Watching my mother die with regrets had been the most agonizing experience of my life. Now, I couldn’t even protect what remained of her. The grief and hatred that surged within me were unbearable.
As if mocking my despair, the sky opened up, and rain began to pour down in torrents. The downpour soaked the ashes, turning them into a muddy paste. I screamed in anguish, falling to my knees as I tried desperately to gather them up with my hands.