Draven POV

Several minutes passed like that where Elena just stared blankly at the gaping wide hole on the ground. The hole right in the spot that was supposed to be her mother’s grave.

At the soil that was freshly upturned on all sides, spilling over like blood out of an open wound.

It didn’t make any sense.

“Why?” Her voice cracked, tainted with pain, “why would they take her?”

I pulled her into my arms, my hands wrapping around her trembling back, as I said ...