“It’s… honestly, I don’t even know who her boyfriend was,” Margaret’s grandmother finally spoke, her voice quiet and worn. “She was such a quiet girl—never told me anything beyond her work.”

I sighed and glanced at Jane, signaling her to take over the questioning. “I had no idea she was that closed off.”

“She changed after her parents were gone,” the old woman murmured, eyes distant. “But I do remember… she was seeing someone. A high-ranking wolf from the pack. I just never caught his name.”

“Oh…” I nodded slowly, pressing my fingers to my temples as a dull throb started pulsing behind my eyes.  

Why? How? And who?

That’s...