The Eternity Pack cemetery was shrouded in a thick layer of gray mist. Cold wind swept through the lead-colored sky, carrying strands of icy rain that perfectly matched the grief this funeral was trying so hard to manufacture.

The air reeked of incense, damp earth, and the heavy scent of wolf ceremonial herbs, so suffocating it was hard to breathe.

I wore a floor-length black dress with no unnecessary adornments, a pale gray mask covering most of my face, revealing only a pair of calm, icy eyes.

Alone, I walked through the cemetery gates with steady steps and not the slightest hint of panic, as though I were merely attending...