A brown dirty hand stuck out of the freshly buried ground. The forest was quiet and there were no signs of motion from any side except the distant croaking of frogs at the nearby river. Lily felt rejuvenated. She could have sworn that she had just started living a new life. As though she had been reincarnated, she could feel vengeance brewing inside her. The only images that played in her head were that of her three stepdads as they placed her into the hole together with Noah when they buried them.
She still remembers how it felt when Gerald's hard boots crashed against her chest. she could feel the whole owner of breaking pain as her life seems to have been stopping that moment. Lily had lived her life in faith that nothing could kill her. being a werewolf had given her greater advantages especially when it came to pain endurance and healing.
