I pressed my lips, steadying my nerves as I turned to face Sebastian. His gaze was fastened on the large stones piled up in front of us.
“Sebastian, why did you bring me here?” I asked politely. I briefly glanced around. “There's nothing here, just graves with names carved on them.”
“I know, Andrea,” he replied. Sighing, he moved closer to the large stones. “I haven't brought you here before. But it's important I do.” He placed his hand on the stone at the top, brushing his palm over it.
“Every stone here represents memories of the alpha's that had gone before us. My great grandfather, and grandfather's stones are placed here. And this one is my father's,” he said, still petting the top stone.
I furrowed my face, staring in silence as his gaze shifted to me.
“I was eight years old
