CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN: SPREADING THE ASHES.

AMBER.

I knelt in front of my parents' graves and placed down the flowers. I had picked a bunch of beautiful wildflowers from my garden before leaving. I just sat there for a while, enjoying the peace and quiet. The air smelt sweet, and the cool night breeze felt wonderful. I lay back and looked up at the full moon shining above me. I felt something stir inside me for a second. I sat up sighing. It was time. I pulled one of the containers from my bag and carefully scattered Mary’s ashes over the graves. I had just finished when I heard a noise in the distance. It sounded like a branch snapping. Looking around, my eyes settled on a dark shape in the distance. Focusing on it, I could just make out the wolfs outline. It was blending into the shadows, not moving, just watching. I felt uneasy. A……