Grace, lost in her thoughts, did not see that the others had stopped until Ryder had tugged on her hand. She looked at him in confusion, noticing the others had stopped as well, she looked around to see why they had stopped.
In front of Regan was a small pile of ash, a dull grey with small flecks of black. Grace stared at it in confusion, Hunter huffed and looked at Angus. “Why did we stop for a pile of ash?”
Angus dipped his head and sniffed the ash, “Pay your respects, boy.” Angus’ voice rippled through her mind. Grace walked slowly towards the ashes, trying to discern what was drawing her to them. A memory slowly faded into her memory.
‘Please, no! Not her. Take my life, leave her alone!” A slender woman, clothed in light knelt before the towering shadow. Desperation evident in her
