Chapter 128

Silvia The mahogany coffin sat before me like an accusation, its polished surface catching the dull light filtering through the clouds overhead. I couldn't tear my eyes away from it—this wooden box that now contained someone I'd promised to help. The mournful voices of grieving relatives filled the cemetery, their sobs rising and falling like a tide, and my mind went numb. "This isn't right," My wolf Keal growled inside me. "This feels wrong. All of it." I couldn't disagree. Just a week ago, Mielle had been alive—smiling at me, thanking me for helping her. Now she was gone, sealed inside that wooden box, and my brain couldn't process it. Accident. That's what they called it. The day after I'd left her in Cary, while heading to that Charlotte hospital where Alpha Sherman's doctor was supposed to help her, some drunk driver had plowed straight into her car. Both Mielle and the driver had supposedly died instantly. But one question kept circling in my head like a hungry wolf: How? How con