Aria's POVThe constant tension, the alert vigilance that came with being hunted and hunting in return, all quieted. My wolf lowered her head, no longer pacing.After we got out of the car, I walked slowly into the cemetery, my steps unhurried.I stopped in front of one headstone. It was Grandma's.I crouched down, barely aware of Amelia and Logan behind me. At that moment, they might as well not have existed.I brushed my fingers over the cold stone."Grandma," I whispered. "I came to see you."My voice was so soft even the wind seemed to lean in to listen. The sky was overcast, clouds pressing low, the air cool and heavy. The cemetery carried its usual quiet loneliness, but there was no fear here, no darkness, only rest.Even Logan, usually all restless energy and sharp edges, stood silently a short distance away, watching me with open concern. His wolf, playful and unruly, stayed strangely subdued.Amelia knelt beside me and placed a bouquet of white flowers at the base of the head
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