“This is the new home I chose for my baby,” she simpered, a venomous sweetness coating her words. “We’ve already spoken to the cemetery manager. The inscription on the stone spoke of a mother’s love for her daughter—it is fitting for my beloved Angel. Besides, I’ll give the daughter some money. I’m sure she won’t mind. Why are you so worked up? You look terrifying.”
Her words made my blood boil. Without a second thought, I lunged forward and yanked the shovel from one of the wolfmen’s hands, fury fueling my strength as I began to undo the damage they had wrought.
“Niana, stop this madness!” Trent’s voice cut through the air like a whip as he snatched the shovel away from me.
“Trent, how could you let this happen? How could you stand by and let them defile this grave?” I screamed, my voice cracking under the weight of my anguish.
But I didn’t stop. I dropped to my knees and started clawing at the freshly turned earth with my bare hands, desperate to reach my mother’s urn, to put right the wrong they had done.