I followed Mazie without questioning her, although I wondered where the hell she was taking me, as we walked deep within the cemetery. It was clear that we were entering the older part of the cemetery as the headstones in this area looked to have been hand engraved, unlike the newer ones towards the entrance. Catching a few of the dates on them, they dated back at least a hundred years, probably being some of the first settlers here.
Mazie finally came to a stop in front of a large headstone, and I moved to stand beside her, as I gasped at seeing my family’s surname on it. But then my eyes moved to the engraving under it, reading, “Our Beloved Alpha.”
My head tilted to the side as I stared at it, wondering what on earth our beloved Alpha meant, but then I remembered the story Chance had
