Diana's POV
The morning mist clung to the ground like ghosts, wrapping around my ankles as I picked my way through the old section of pack territory. I'd left before dawn, a small bundle of wildflowers clutched in my hand, a map with faded markings my only guide.
Five years away, and still my feet remembered the path.
The pack cemetery lay at the edge of our lands, nestled in a quiet grove where sunlight filtered through ancient oaks. It was tradition to bury our dead facing east, so their spirits could greet the rising sun. As I pushed through the overgrown gate, memories washed over me like a cold tide.
I was twelve when we buried her. Young enough to believe the pain might someday fade, old enough to know my world had irrevocably changed.
The older graves were well tended, fresh fl
