: The Sil

ity woke with a restless energy, its neon glow dimme

estate, his duffel slung over his shoulder, the c

gardens a stark contrast to Veyrholt's gritty streets. Toren's gray e

devil, and the strange howl from last night, that whispered word luna,

rs ago, the crash that killed his friends had awakened something primal; a werewolf

ed with secrets, and Calden's manipulative smile hinted at a trap. Toren's thoughts drifted

smirk. They were worth the

blend of modern opulence and primal menace; marble floors gleamed under chandeliers shaped l

ven into the place. A woman approached, her

by jagged scars that framed sightless eyes. She wore a simple gray dress, but the

ice soft yet steady, as if she'd memoriz

eldest daughter Calden had mentioned. Her blindness didn't dull the intensity of her presence, and

," he said, keeping his tone light

s in her words. She tilted her head, as if sensing his unease. "Follow me." S

the tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers brushed t

, with her scars and quiet defiance, s

s skyline. Lord Calden sat behind a mahogany desk, his t

. "Welcome to the family business. You'll start as a driver; my e

se sparked a steamy flicker of longing, b

sharpened. "Veyrholt doesn't at all forgive rogues

t the subtle clench of her fist. She knew something; maybe everything about her

silence grew heavier, like a storm gathering strength. She led him to the estat

her's, and associates,"

re you," Toren said, testing her. "What's your deal,

w me, flyboy." But there was a spark in her tone,

mall, leather-bound book tucked into her

g a mystery tied to her, som

it protectively. "Some secrets are worth keeping." She paused, then

ugh the air. A black motorcycle pulled into the gar

ights, his presence radiating ruthless power. Toren's curse surged,

aria, then flicked to Tore

ice steady but laced with caution

ttraction in his crimson stare. "New bloo

rogues, Varrick. Hope you

I don't play games." Kael laughed, a sound tha

den's got plans for you, luna. Don't hide forever." Saria's fa

hoing the howl from last night. Was Sar

alpha, know about her? Kael strod

estions burning. "Luna? W

ing. "Stay out of it, Toren. You're in d

a web of betrayal and hidden truths. And Elyse, the t

d a fated mates pull tugged at him, mingling with th

rs and secrets, the real m

hrough his mind; unbidden, tied to his curse. A neon-lit alley, a woma

her hazel eyes wide with fear, clutching a diary

aria turned, her sightless eyes seeming to

, and Veyrholt was no escape; it was a battlefield, and h

attraction, but a cryptic text from her father, Lord Calden, light