But now, that sacred promise is just a joke for some heartless werewolf!
As I arrived at the gravesite, my worst fears flashed before my eyes. Winona, a woman whose presence had always set my nerves on edge, was there with her loyal wolfmen, desecrating the ground that held my mother's remains. The urn that held my mother’s ashes had been callously cast aside, while Winona’s dog’s urn was being lowered into the grave that had been my mother's final resting place. Two of her wolfmen were reburying the disturbed earth as if they had every right to do so.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I roared; my voice raw with fury as I sprinted toward them. My fists clenched, and I could feel the sharp bite of my nails digging into my palms. “Who gave you the right to dig up someone else’s grave like this?”
Winona feigned a look of innocence as if she were the victim in this twisted scenario. She cowered behind Trent, her eyes wide with mock fear.