I moved back to the bed, taking a seat beside her, now knowing why she had been so secretive about going to the cemetery. It was clear that she was trying to figure out why her mother had left and why the same thing that happened back then to her mother was now happening to her and our town.
It had me too, wondering what the connection could be, and why the elders of the pack had kept what happened all those years ago hushed. Looking back, I can’t remember one instance when my grandmother or my father spoke about my Uncle Ethan’s death, leading me to wonder what truly happened to him.
As I stare at Raven laying all battered on my bed, I now realize that this was all my fault, because I was too scared to tell her the truth about our world and who she truly was to me and my brothers. By ke
