Under the cool evening sky, a gentle breeze moving all around and caressing everything in its part, Tessa stood in front of the family crypt she had built. The numbers were increasing in there but her hope, fate and happiness was decreasing. Ever since she lost Kieran two years ago, she had been visiting his grave in the tomb every day, making it a habit she had cultivated until she exerts her revenge on those who had a hand in his death.
As much as she would like to be strong and act strong for the pack, she knew how broken she had become. Losing her mate early was one thing and now losing a child was worse. It didn’t matter that she still had Kreed. That didn’t take away the pain she was feeling. Her revenge was the only thing keeping her on her toes and feet. It was the only thing kee
