Her voice and false innocence made my stomach churn. Without wasting another moment on her, I snatched the shovel from a nearby wolf warrior and began frantically digging up the soil they had just replaced.
This was Lyra’s resting place, a place I had created with love! I would not allow anyone to desecrate it.
“Seraphina, what are you doing? Stop this madness!” Orion’s voice thundered behind me as he grabbed the shovel from my hands.
"You—You’re a fucking monster!” I shouted, dropping to my knees. I clawed at the dirt with my bare hands, desperate to reach Lyra’s urn.
Seeing my efforts, Lilith’s calm facade cracked. Panic flashed in her eyes. “Why are you just standing there? Stop her! Don’t let her touch Farrow!”
At her command, the wolf warriors lunged forward, pulling me away from the grave. I struggled against their iron grip, my nails digging into the earth as I fought to free myself.
“Let me go!” I screamed, my voice breaking with anguish.
At that point, Orion approached, his face a mask of cold indifference. “Lilith is already devastated by Farrow’s death, and now you’re causing a scene by digging up his grave. You’ve gone too far, Seraphina. Apologize to Lilith immediately!”