Sheara was standing high up on a cliff overlooking the sea where the waves were crashing into the wall of stone underneath them. She was thinking back on the past week. Everything had changed after the attack by the coven on the wolves. They had had a burial for the wolves. So much sorrow. So many tears. So many dead.
They couldn't wait for Alexandro to wake from the induces coma that Aria had put him in. His body kept on convulsing. Aria had said it is most probably from the trauma of losing his soul mate, she was scared what would happen when he woke and found Kamaria gone, so she had induced a coma with special herbs that was the only thing their wolf-forms couldn't shake off in a few moments. So they had gone through with the burial so long and Collin had been appointed as temporary
