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I found myself standing in the middle of the pack’s cemetery. I knew it was the cemetery when I saw the half fallen gate with rusted iron that Damon has promised to change a million times but never did.

It was the dead of night, and everything was cloaked in darkness. I could barely make out the outlines of the gravestones around me. The silence, only broken by the occasional hoot of an owl or a distant, eerie mournful cry.

I was holding a bouquet of white roses in my hand, I wasn't holding this earlier.

I mean, I just finished having dinner in bed from Victor and a box of chocolate, so how the hell did I get here.

“Vee?!"

“Victor!?”

No reply came.

I glanced around, hoping to find someone at least but there was no one, not even an animal.

My heart stopped beating momentarily.

In front of me was an open grave, its dark, gaping maw seemed to beckon me. It was odd.

Who dug a grave and left it open? Where had the cemetery man gone to?

And why did the plaque have my name?

Suddenly the win