I plucked some of the wilted petals from the flowers resting at the foot end and felt the wind get knocked right out of me. A multitude of red lines were painted over the beautiful white tomb and tainted Ma's last resting place.
With trembling hands, I stared at the defiled memory of my mother. My wolf howled as the anger raged through me.
"Who did this?" I spat out, turning to Leander.
"I don't know," he sighed, running his hand over his face. "I can't believe this happened."
"When I find out who did this, I will personally snap their neck," I growled, staring at the sacrilegious act in front of me. Whoever did this would regret that I ever returned home.
"I just don't understand, nobody should have access to this room." Leander brushed his hand over the headstone, his lip trembling
