Mitch’s POV:
“May her soul rest in peace.” The dark voice echoes through the gravesite, which looks new and empty. Other than the tiny, tree saplings, the only form of nature surrounding Gabriella’s grave is the hand full of flower bouquets gracing the small hole where my second-chance is laying. Her coffin is a deep, engraved mahogany and I personally carved in a wolf on the heart of it’s body. I look between the wooden case and the large picture of my mate sitting just above it. I took the picture at the cabin while she wasn’t looking. Her hair is blowing gently in the breeze as she stares out to the calm water of the lake. She has a warm cup of tea in her hand and the wild flowers are tickling at her feet. She looks happy and carefree…
“Mitch, I am so sorry…” Crystal says, her voice
