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To make it scarier, I heard the owls hooting and the wind whistling like in a typical graveyard scene in a horror movie. I grabbed his hand tightly afraid that I might get lost in the dark if I let his hand go and walked with him. He used the torch in his phone to guide us. The graveyard extended as a hill with neatly lined graves in a big square as far as you can see. There were some empty spaces between the squares where the grass was neatly groomed and managed. He led me to the highest point of the hill to such a space. “Shit, I forgot something.” He said once we reached.

The first thing I got was what looked like a normal picture album. Expect, it had pictures of interrogations. However, I had a feeling every single person in this book was dead. There was a before and after picture. Hundreds were lined with dried blood along the edges. Dad didn’t even wash his hands before he put this together. Dirt covered the corners, an obvious worm line ran across the front and it smelled like death. Flipping to the back, I was surprised to see the dead men that dad left on our doorstep. That meant all these were recent.

“We should have turned back.” “No.” Rael’s voice was firm. “We keep moving.” Bram let out a humorless laugh. “Seriously? After that?” Rael’s gaze darkened. “Yes. And fast. Because if you think this is bad, then you don’t know what’s coming.” Elior looked at him sharply. “You do?” Rael didn’t answer immediately. Then, he exhaled. “This place is a graveyard. The dead don’t stay buried here.” A shiver ran down Elior’s spine.

Mile’s POV We stepped out of the library and stood across the street to wait for a cab. Graham wouldn’t stop staring at the book in my possession so I handed it over to him without uttering a word. As soon as he got it, Grayham began to open the book and then fiddle with the pages. A few moments later, there was an unsatisfactory look on his face. Then he finally turned to me. “All I can see here are lists of infectious diseases and plaques that affected the city years ago.” He looked at me. “I’m not even sure if this book will help.” He sighed.

looking helpless as he lost the only thing that made him a god: his land. "You look like you're staring at a funeral," Silas rumbled, standing by the window. His silhouette appeared massive against the grey sky. "I am," I whispered. My voice was a dry rasp, like a dead leaf when crushed. "I'm watching the burial of the Crescent Alpha. I just didn't expect the scene to look so... boring, and ordinary…" My cough broke the silence, a deep, racking tremor that made my ribs feel like they were being snapped back one by one. I pressed a tissue to my mouth that quickly soaked in a dark, thick crimson. I didn't panic; that was for people who still had a future.

Half-buried in weeds. I turned, walked back to the car, and popped the trunk. A sledgehammer sat inside. Gift from a renovation company. Ribbon still tied on. Bright. Almost a joke. I grabbed it, walked back, and stopped in front of the headstone. Taking a breath, I tightened my grip around the cold metal. Then I swung. All in. Smashed it down. Crash. The sound ripped through the empty grounds. Bang. Again. And again. Until it was nothing but broken rubble.

It’s the sound of doors locked from the inside. Instead, he asks, "What are you drawing?" Nova tilts the notebook to show him. It’s a sketch of the graveyard—but different. The trees are more twisted, the gravestones cracked and half-buried. In the background, shadows with hollow eyes watch from behind the trunks. "That’s... pretty grim," Atlas says. "It’s honest. This place feels like that to me. Like there’s more dead than living, even outside the graveyard." He can’t argue with that.

Like we were under a thousand invisible eyes. “There’s something wrong here,” Sophia murmured once. Eden just nodded. “We’re being observed. But not followed.” That didn’t make me feel better. We reached the graveyard just as the violet moon broke through the mist. It was massive. It stretched in every direction. There were dark tombstones with glowing runes, crumbling statues of old wolf-headed warriors. I saw bones bleached white by time and scattered across the earth like the Dead had been clawing their way out. The place reeked of sacredness.

They had to see us with their own eyes. With the gravesite nearly unearthed, the groundskeeper stumbled out. “Oh, my Moon Goddess! I laid those she-wolves to rest. It’s bad enough that no werewolf held a funeral for them now that they are gone. Why are you digging up their grave?” Dumbstruck, Blake and Kaden paused. “Lucia, I was wrong! It’s all my fault. Come back! I regret everything!” Blake dropped to his knees and struck his palm across his face repeatedly.

Anthony seemed drunk. The minute he walked through the door, the strong stench of alcohol hit me. Before my ghost friends and I could even guess what had happened, Anthony staggered straight into the bedroom, looking like his soul had been sucked out again. He threw his arms around my urn and suddenly started to sob. My friends were dumbfounded; the cards slipped from my hands and scattered all over the floor.