Garrett’s POV
The sound of metal shovels cutting into ground echoed through the pitch-black cemetery like a nightmare.
My heart was pounding so hard that I could barely breathe and my stomach was twisting in sickening knots.
I was committing a sin. In our pack traditions, disturbing the grave of a dead loved one was considered a sacred violation but my mind had been spinning in so much chaos over the last few hours that I couldn't stop myself.
Everything is too much of a coincidence.
I saw 'Lila' in this grave and how affected she was by Clara's brother Mike and when I try to join the pieces together, I came to the conclusion that if it's not Jasmine here then it's obviously Clara.
If I'm going to get my wife back then I need to have clothes of what I'm saying and what better way tha
