Veronica POV
She followed the ghost until she came to a clearing. The ghost seemed to have dissapeared. Veronica looked around, until she saw her. She was standing in front of something, her back to Veronica.
Veronica walked up to her, and noticed she was staring at a tombstone. It had a picture of a beautiful woman.
Amber Dravenwood. Beloved mother, cherished mate.
Dravenwood?
“Brax’ mate,” Veronica whispered, before looking between Amber and the picture. Then it struck her.
“It’s you,” she whispered, eyes darting between the photo and the ghost. “You’re Amber.”
“Well, you sure are perceptive, aren’t you?” Amber said, with a smile on her face.
Veronica sighed. “Great, another sarcastic one,”
Amber turned toward her fully, folding her arms as she leaned her hip against the tombst
