My heart stopped.
"It belonged... to your mother."
The words echoed through the office.
I stared at the silver ring resting in Damien's trembling hand.
"My mother?"
My voice barely came out as a whisper.
No one answered.
Again.
I was beginning to hate silence.
Slowly, I reached for the ring.
Damien hesitated before placing it in my palm.
The metal felt strangely warm.
As if someone had been holding it only moments before.
It was beautifully crafted.
A silver wolf was engraved around a small moonstone.
Something about it felt...
Familiar.
My fingertips brushed the stone.
Suddenly
A sharp pain shot through my head.
I gasped.
The room disappeared.
A woman stood in a field of white flowers.
Long black hair danced in the wind.
Her silver eyes sparkled with warmth.
She w
