We are standing in front of Lyric’s grave, Lucas held a rose in his hand as he silently said some words.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him, this man gorgeous in every possible way, his jaw tightened then he proceeded to drop the rose by the gravestone.
“How long have you known Lyric?” I couldn’t help but ask.
“We are partners in business and Alphas in treaty. We are not that close” He responded yet he was present at the wedding. Most Alphas had come to an understanding to keep peace among their packs.
The smallest pack were invaded by the biggest pack and taken over except the Bloodmoon pack which no one wanted anything to do with the cursed pack In order not to acquire their curse.
“How did he die?”
“A stab wound to his chest by a silver knife at the hands of his mate” the word Mate
