Chapter 145 Hundred And Forty Five

• ARIEL'S POV.
• The drive to the burial grounds was quiet. Marcus didn’t speak much, his eyes fixed on the road, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. I stayed silent too. The further we went, the more my wolf shifted restlessly inside me. I knew this route. I knew exactly where we were going.
• When we arrived, Marcus parked near the small entrance. The air here always felt heavier, and I could feel the faint pull of memories that weren’t even mine. We walked through the short path until we reached the grave.