The similarities were too much to ignore. The method of torture, the missing canine teeth, the wolfsbane-laced wounds, the silver-induced injuries – The exact way it had happened twenty years ago.
The previous group of Rogues responsible for that murder were caught one month after the incident and in the process, our pack had lost two of its finest warriors – my parents.
My parents had both been respected members of the Crescent Moon pack and had sacrificed their lives to hunt down those rogues responsible for the murders. But by the time other warriors from the pack arrived on the scene. My parents were already lying in a pool of blood, their bodies covered in countless minor cuts and fatal wounds.
Just like me.
But would Ryland ever realize that? Would he ever piece together the truth, that the woman he was investigating was the very one he had pushed aside, the one he had cast away for someone else?
I doubted it.
Elara POV
After my parents' death, I was taken in by Ryland's family.