Chapter 295

Third Person's POV

The next day.

A sleek black car rolled to a stop before the wrought-iron gates of the cemetery. The vast cemetery stretched upward along a cold ridge, granite steps leading into the mist.

From the rear seat stepped Zarek. He adjusted the cuff of his coat, his face carved in the same hard lines as the winter sky.

"Alpha Zarek," Nylan moved forward quickly.

"No need to follow. Sta