Chapter 15: Shipwrecked

Damien

After Garrett and Ivy found the wolf bones, we had all agreed that holding a funeral for them, whoever they’d been, was only right. The atmosphere of this oceanside haven had shifted suddenly. Like this place was no longer our own.

There was a darkness now. An omen, perhaps from the Moon Goddess herself. Whose house was it that we were living in?

Ivy said that her father hadn’t told anyone about this place, save for her mother. She knew nothing about it and of its previous owners. To all our knowledge, these wolves could have suffered and died on this very land.

I shuddered at the thought.

Garrett had dug a makeshift graveyard near the rose bush in the front yard, and I’d found a large, natural quartz stone from the beach to use as the marker. The early autumn sun kissed our backs as we stood before the grave, huddled together.

“We should probably say something, don’t you think?” Garrett asked, glancing between the three of us.