My Romeo and Juliet rested inside two unmarked graves. Not a headstone, not a nameplate. If strangers happened to pass through these lands, they wouldn't find any indication that my parents were buried here.
Well, one of them. The other grave was a metaphorical one.
I licked the air and sniffed around for a while. My wolf was anxious... still anxious, courtesy of the wolfless tyrant. An Alpha who was shameless enough to plant a spy inside of another Alpha's land after getting permission!
An apology that was meant for my dad rumbled in my chest. I never once felt like I was letting him down ever since I took over the pack's leadership from Ben's father a couple of years ago. But today, I felt it. And this feeling was what brought me here to visit him in the first place.
I watched as the last sun rays of this day shimmered over my fur. It was identical to hers. But that was the only thing I had in common with my late mother.
