The engine of the truck purred softly as I left behind the Bloodhowl pack house, the echo of Gunthar and his brothers’ words resonating in my mind like a war drum. “Explain, or you won’t leave here walking.” Their faces, filled with hatred and pain, were a mirror of my own guilt. I couldn’t stay any longer in this place, where every shadow seemed to whisper Eva’s name, but I couldn’t leave without saying goodbye to her either.
One last time.
I turned the wheel, veering off the main road onto a narrow path that wound through the pines, toward the pack’s cemetery.
Toward Eva’s grave.
The air grew colder as I entered deeper into the forest, the trees closing in like silent guardians. The Bloodhowl cemetery was a sacred place, hidden in a clearing surrounded by rocks carved with ancient ru
