DEVON
The engine hummed. Rain lashed against the tinted windows of the SUV, that blurred the world outside into streaks of grey and green.
I didn't need to look out to know where the time loop had taken me. I didn't need to check the date on the dashboard to know when we were. The universe, in its infinite sense of irony, had a twisted sense of humor.
I was back.
"We are here, Beta," the driver announced, his voice trembling slightly.
I didn't answer. I just stared out the window.
We were parked on the outskirts of the Ironfang Pack's cemetery. Rows of jagged headstones poked out of the earth. A small crowd had gathered under a cluster of black umbrellas near a fresh grave.
My eyes locked onto her instantly.
Irene.
She stood at the front, the rain soaking into her black dress, plastering it to her skin. She wasn't holding an umbrella. She was holding a portrait.
It was Baron.
