Thirteen.

(Brody's POV)

I went on a spiral of emotions when I saw my sweetheart's head on our bed. From sadness, to anger, to confusion, to denial then I just sunk into the darkness that my heart felt.

I tracked down the rest of her body, which was lying in the same spot where I left her with her book just a few hours ago.

It became worse when Ivory's pack came to mourn at our small village. Ivory's father didn't like me from the moment his eyes landed on me, and it didn't help our relationship that her daughter died when she was supposed to be protected by me.

“You had one job!” He screamed after he saw his daughter, his head hanging and his fists clenching. He spun around so fast that I didn’t have a moment to think before he grabbed me by the neck and held me up against a wall. “What is stopping me from detaching your head from your body like you let someone do to my daughter?!” He growled.

But when he held me up against that wall, I saw Ivory; she was dead, but she still looked so beautiful