Love Exhausted, Heart Closed
Our mate bond had already been dissolved, with the Elders' Council overseeing the process, and all the remaining matters were handled by them.
Meanwhile, the footage from the cemetery kept looping on my communication device. In it, Lylia lay on the ground, crying hysterically, "Don't touch my grandmother's ashes. Stop!"
But no one listened to her.
It was just like before, when no one had listened to me.
No one had heard my cries, and no one had stepped forward to help. I had been left sitting there in the dirt, watching helplessly as my pup's ashes were scattered into the wind.
Bab Populer