Kyra's POV
I stood in front of my mother's grave. The morning air was cool and smelled of cut grass and approaching rain.
I held the lilies tightly in my hand. Before I could place them down, I caught another scent. Another wolf. Someone I didn't know.
"Who are you?" I demanded, raising an eyebrow at the man standing before my mother's headstone.
He looked me up and down with calculating eyes and flashed a fake smile. "You must be Kate's daughter."
The headstone had my mother's name on it: Kate Peterson. When she died, my father and I hadn't known her real name was Eva Foster. So we buried her as Kate.
I felt Sylvia stir inside me.
"I don't like him," she growled. "This guy's dangerous. Stay alert."
"I can feel it too," I replied.
"I said, who are you?" I gritted
