Olivia’s POV
It was still early when they came.
Dawn had barely broken over the pack cemetery, a stretch of sacred land behind the old pine forest where generations of wolves were laid to rest. Rain fell in a thin, steady curtain, soaking the earth until it turned dark and heavy beneath their feet.
My gravestone stood simple and gray, my name carved beneath the crescent mark of the Moon Goddess.
I was already there.
I had been there every morning since they buried what little remained of me.
My mother walked slowly through the rain, a bouquet of white moon lilies trembling in her frail hands. She looked thinner than I remembered, her once-proud posture reduced to something fragile. My father walked beside her, one arm hovering near her waist as if afraid she might collapse.
They sto
