Kyran Pov
I went back to the cave because I needed to clean up. But the truth was I needed time alone. Time to process everything that had just happened.
I sat down next to the spot where we had buried the moonstone. The dirt was still freshly packed. The large flat rock sat on top like a grave marker.
"Are you really in there Yolande," I said out loud. "Can you hear me."
No answer. Just the sound of wind whistling through the cave entrance. But I felt something. A faint presence. A whisper of awareness.
"I know you can hear me," I continued. "So I want to tell you something. What happened to you was terrible. Your sister betrayed you. Your mate abandoned you. Your pack killed you. You had every right to be angry."
I paused and touched the burned skin on my arm. It throbbed with dull pain.
