Chapter 39

Third Person's POV

Rain poured over the Moonglen Pack's ancestral cemetery. The scent of wet earth and silverstone drifted in the air-heavy, suffocating.

Alpha Tiberius's voice cut through the storm like a blade.

"On your knees," he ordered coldly, his tone carrying the full weight of an Alpha command.

Cerys didn't speak.

This was the grave of the wolf who had died because of her.

The photo on the