As I walked away, I heard him on the phone. "Rod, send a gift to Niana’s mother and tell her we’ll have a grand wedding in two days."
But it was too late. I was done howling at the moon for a love that was never mine.
Before I reached the cemetery gates, a chilling call came from the cemetery manager. The voice on the other end was frantic, laden with urgency: someone was digging at my mother's grave. The words struck me like a thunderclap. Without a second thought, I spun on my heel and sprinted toward the graveyard, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I pushed myself harder, faster.
My mother had been the embodiment of kindness, a beacon of warmth and love in my life. She gave everything she had to those around her, never asking for anything in return. Even when the doctors delivered the grim news of her heart disease due to having no mate, she remained selfless, refusing to let the shadow of death darken my life.
"Niana," she had said, her voice steady despite the pain, "Don’t engrave my name on the tombstone. Just write, 'May my daughter live a safe and happy life.' That’s all I want for you." Her words were etched into my soul, a final wish I had vowed to honor.
But now, that sacred promise is just a joke for some heartless werewolf!
As I arrived at the gravesite, my worst fears flashed before my eyes. Winona, a woman whose presence had always set my nerves on edge, was there with her loyal wolfmen, desecrating the ground that held my mother's remains. The urn that held my mother’s ashes had been callously cast aside, while Winona’s dog’s urn was being lowered into the grave that had been my mother's final resting place. Two of her wolfmen were reburying the disturbed earth as if they had every right to do so.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I roared; my voice raw with fury as I sprinted toward them. My fists clenched, and I could feel the sharp bite of my nails digging into my palms. “Who gave you the right to dig up someone else’s grave like this?”
Winona feigned a look of innocence as if she were the victim in this twisted scenario. She cowered behind Trent, her eyes wide with mock fear.