Okay, so, finding the first Alpha's grave is a little harder than I thought, because it's not there anymore.
Seriously, it's gone.
And before you ask how a grave wanders off and disappears, it's pretty simple—it's been dug up and run off to a new home, obviously not on its own. Or, if it was on its own, I'd rather not know about it. Ever.
I draw the line at zombies, okay? No walking dead, please.
Unsurprisingly, a tiny ache thuds behind my eyes as I stare into the disturbed earth, all ten feet deep of it.
It's not uncommon for supes to be buried a little deeper than you would for a human burial. I know about this because Brax had organized my parents' funeral. Funny enough, Dad was buried six feet deep, like normal. But Mom was buried ten feet.
Brax said they made a mistake because the grave diggers thought Mom was pack, saying shifters believe the inherent magic in their bodies need the deeper depth to avoid scavengers, and I never really thought about it again.
