“Victoria, I beg you… Please return Lily’s ashes to me.”
I knelt on the cold cemetery ground, my knees sinking into the damp earth. Looking up at Victoria Frost with my bloodshot emerald eyes, I felt my voice breaking with desperation. My wolf, once proud and fierce, now whimpered in submission as Lily’s Moonwood Ceremonial
Urn dangled precariously in Victoria’s manicured grasp.
The sacred vessel containing my daughter’s remains left no room for other thoughts. As long as I could protect what remained of my pup, what was my pride worth? My wolf would endure
any humiliation to safeguard Lily’s spirit.
“Please,” I whispered again, hating the tremor in my voice. “That’s all I have left of her.”
Victoria’s lips curved into a cruel smile as she deliberately swung the urn back and forth. The moonlight caught the delicate crystal inlays, sending prisms of light dancing across her face.
“Look at you now,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “The mighty Luna of
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