Draven POV
Several minutes passed like that, where Elena just stared blankly at the gaping wide hole on the ground. The hole right in the spot that was supposed to be her mother’s final resting place.
At the soil that was freshly upturned on all sides, spilling over just like blood pouring out of an open wound.
Anger burned through my veins and my fists clenched tightly with the need to hit someone, something. They had gone too far.
“Why?” Her voice cracked, tainted with pain, “why would they take her? It doesn’t make any sense.”
Before she could break apart fully, I pulled her into my arms.
My hands wrapped around her trembling back, stroking lightly as I said, “they’re rogues. They do things like this all the time to show their hatred towards us. There doesn’t need to be any more
