Victor's POV
My brows pulled together as I listened to my grandma, but my expression gave nothing away. Years of control made sure of that. Inside, though, my wolf was anything but still.
“Grandma,” I said, keeping my voice even, “when we got to the office this morning, she said she had to go to her grandmother's grave. She didn’t come upstairs with me.”
I didn’t want to tell Grandma that I had Ava followed. I didn’t want to sound like a creep.
“At lunch, I couldn’t reach her,” I continued, my jaw tightening slightly, “so I went to Pine Hill Cemetery to check on her and found her weak and drenched.”
The words settled heavily between us.
“She went to Pine Hill Cemetery?” Grandma repeated. “Why didn’t you go with her?”
The question landed harder than it should have.
“She didn’t say I
