Gabriel and Dominick continued digging Leonard's grave until the sharp clang of metal echoed from the dirt.
"I think it's here," Gabriel said, dropping his shovel and kneeling to brush the heavy soil away from the casket's surface. Dominick joined him, and after twenty minutes of grueling work, the metallic lid was finally exposed.
The cover was jammed tight by years of rust and earth, but with their combined werewolf strength, they managed to pry it open. They both pulled back, panting from the exertion, and looked inside.
There lay the skeletal remains of Leonard, his hands still resting near a magnificent sword placed right beside him.
"Gabriel, that's it. That's the weapon," Dominick whispered.
