Chapter 52

Digging graves by car light in the late hours of the evening is not exactly the most fulfilling task.

Harry offered to, being the only other viable choice according to the Old Ways. But ultimately, it was his Beta Lisa, who Victor took the mud-covered gauntlet.

So here he was at two at night, shoveling loose bits of dirt, making a hole deep and wide enough for a six-foot one-long body bag.

Lisa, his First, helps wordlessly. She's surprisingly not bothered by the earthworms wriggling in the crust all around her or the dusting of brown on her cheeks.

She works at a steady pace, tirelessly, hair tied up in a high ponytail.

"Do you think he really did it?" Victor asks, tossing a shovel full over his shoulder.

It could mean many things, but the Beta knows what he's talking about.

Her eyes flicker in the dark, a glimmer of amber agitation before they settle dim again. The woman's expression tightens her lips, a thin line. "You don't