DAISY'S POV 

Going to the cemetery was like walking into my enemies' trap like someone was right behind me. I kept staring over my shoulder, but nothing,  I never saw anyone. Just my imagination, I told myself. I'm just scared because of the nightmare.

Mom's grave was exactly how it was the last time I was there. A simple white headstone with her name carved in elegant letters: "Elena Storm - Beloved Mother and Daughter." Someone had left fresh flowers there recently, probably Grandpa but grandfather was not around, Alpha said that he sent him to the border.

Tears flowed from my eyes. I couldn't hold it back and I...