Ellie wandered through the snowy streets of the village, her breath visible in the frosty morning air. Her thoughts were a tangled mess of emotions. The graves she had found in the forest weighed heavily on her, their presence raising questions she couldn’t ignore. These weren’t just any graves—they belonged to wolves. Wolves who, she guessed, must have been the ones to rid the village of vampires centuries ago. But one thing gnawed at her mind: why hadn’t they been given the traditional pyre cremation? It didn’t make sense. A proper pyre was a sacred sendoff, ensuring honor and respect for fallen pack members. The absence of one left an unsettling void in the story.
And then there was Nick. Her stomach twisted at the thought of him. His reaction to her confession had left her reeling. Sh
