“There’s no chance,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Talon reached for me again. “I was wrong. But your mother treated me like her own son. She’ll understand. Let’s just reschedule the union. It’s not too late.”
But it was. It had been too late the moment my mother died. “I won’t marry you, Talon,” I said, shaking off his hand.
He stood there in stunned silence as I walked away. Knowing that he was about to lose me, Talon took out his phone and called his Beta.
"Nico, help me apologize to Sloane’'s mother, and tell her that I will give Natalie a grand wedding in two days. Send her soem gifts to sooth her."
Before I leave the cemetery gate, the call came in—someone was digging up my mother’s grave! I turned on my heel and sprinted back toward her grave. Before my mother passed, she made me promise not to engrave her tombstone with words of sorrow but with, “May my daughter live a safe and happy life.” That was her only wish.
As I get close to the gravesite, I saw Lily and Talon again. Two of the Nightclaw’s pack scout were burying the dog Lily called her ‘son’ in my mother’s gravesite. My mother’s urn had been carelessly cast aside.