[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]
My husband's smile caught me off guard.
After I saw Devon shyly put the wolftail grass on my husband’s hand, threatening his Dad never to make me cry again, I felt like my heart was flooded with love for my little family. Diana smiled at me; her eyes were enthusiastic as she gave me a gentle nod, like she was congratulating me.
But then that familiar scream from the guard distracted me, and my eyes widened as I saw Killian pushing his way towards the stage. Behind him was the witch of the Moonstone pack, Brianne, who was ghostly pale as she caught my eyes with a dreaded look.
I didn’t know the rest of what she said, but I heard her talk about the tomb.
My forehead creased into a deep frown and confusion.
My mother’s tomb?!
Everyone in the crowd panicked wh
