The sight of Lyra's urn, carelessly tossed aside near a pile of dirt, brought me crashing back to reality.
My vision blurred with rage and sorrow. My wolf, usually dormant due to the prophecy of my rare Moonlight Wolf bloodline, roared to life within me. Her howls echoed my grief, amplifying my fury to a near-breaking point. For years, I had suppressed my true nature, but now, my grief threatened to unleash a power I had never fully embraced.
“What are you doing?!” I screamed, charging forward like a woman possessed. I shoved the two wolf warriors aside and glared at Lilith, my voice shaking with rage. “Who gave you the right to dig this up?”
Lilith acted shocked and scared, pressing into Orion’s arms, her expression a mask of feigned terror. "I didn’t see a tombstone. It looked like an abandoned grave with no one to care for it, just these beautiful daisies. I thought Farrow could rest here peacefully. I even asked the cemetery manager to contact the family of the deceased and offered compensation. Money is more valuable to the living than the dead. Why are you yelling? You're scaring me.”