It was a woman encased in glass. Her eyes were wide open and empty. What was so frightening was that I knew her. She was the twins’ mother- the former Luna Maeve. She was not alive- of that much I was certain.
“Is she-“ I started in a wavering voice.
“Oh, she’s quite dead,” said Roman dismissively stroking the glass around her face.
“How? WHY?” I gasped in utter terror.
“We took her from her resting place and intervened,” he shrugged, I had Della preserve her in stasis and bind her spirit wolf back to her,” he smiled like he was recalling a fond memory of his graverobbing days. “We did not truly take her from anyone, you wolves have no idea how wasteful it is to bury your dead,” he chastised approaching me sinuously.
“What are you doing with her?” I demanded glaring at him.
“Well,
