Two days later, the funeral for Elder Scott had been finally done.
Eliana had become a shadow of herself, and Rita, she was having it worse.
Although she and Scott did not have a good relationship, he was still her mate.
She knew he was dead before any other person, she could not feel the mate bond anymore.
Currently, Eliana was seated in the living room, holding the pillow which her dad got for her.
She wasn't sobbing, rather, she was silent, and there was a killing intent in her eyes.
Suddenly, she shivered, feeling a very strong chill surrounding her.
Eliana frowned as she wondered where the sudden cold came from. After a few minutes, the cold was gone.
Her brows furrowed, but she didn't even have time to think about anything as her eyes met with someone who was standing opposite her.
"Who are you?" She tentatively asked, clutching the pillow for dear life.
She never would have thought that a day would come where she would be scared of a strange person.
