Mate's Vengeance
Didn't know if she cared.
Sera turned and walked away from the grave without looking back. The rain fell harder, washing away her footprints, erasing the evidence that she'd ever been there at all.
By the time she reached her car at the cemetery gates, she'd wiped the tears from her face and straightened her spine. Sera Blackwood, the grieving mate, was dead. She'd died six months ago in that alley along with Marcus.
In her place was something colder. Sharper. More dangerous.