on the steering wheel as her car wound up the gravel road leading to Hollowridge-a village so small i
ce she was six. That was
ater, she was returni
au
mansion loomed ahead, wrapped in ivy and silence. As she stepped out, the air hit h
len
tu
gray-haired with fierce eyes that s
Selene asked,
last week. I'm Elder Rowan. Your gua
ed. "I thought this
t said nothing is ever ju
You have a l
alls-strange-eyed people with regal postures and names she didn't recogni
owan said. "The house, the l
birthright? I barely
mother was not. That blood ru
oice shook. "I'm sorry,
silence outside.
. "That you're not
blood tur
e moon hung full and red like an open eye
ut alone," a de
pun a
ht-black hair and eyes like molten silver. H
e asked, heart slamm
stepping closer. "Alpha
ard. "And what do
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ou