ene

motes dancing in the air. It felt mocking, too bright for the darkness that had consumed my

f cedar and wind filled the room. Yesterday, it would have m

t in," he said, his voice smooth as pol

t sent a wave of revulsion through me, a vile parody of the electric s

ispered, turning my face in

he did. I was Selene, the compliant Omega, the ti

e casual, "it's been five years since Lyra... since the tragedy with the Stonecrest pack. I think i

that had been the cornerstone of my life's destructi

s into a mask of gentle agreement. "That sounds like a

y what he wanted to see: his sweet, simpl

he mask crumbled. I sat up, my movements precise and deliberate. I needed proof. Hard

ed to the sleek, metallic door and keyed in a code on the panel. The date the Moon Goddess had first

r hisse

desk. My instincts, honed by years of betrayal I was only now acknowledging, pulled me toward a large, ornate

old-fashioned paper kind, but a data cryst

g a snowman, wrapped in matching scarves. My adoptive parents, Alpha Richard and Luna Eleanor

ant. He used simple passwords for things he believed no one would e

ned. It was

Vance and Lyra Stonecrest as his parents. There was a video file titled "First Shift." I played it. I watched my mate coach his son

phoned from the Silvermoon Pack's core accounts into a shell corporation registered t

rything. The progress bar on the screen felt like a countdown timer on my old life.

oom. It wasn't from the terminal. It was from Damien's perso

ity feed, showing me sitting at this very de

art s

ge appeared be

were looking for

ss to his security

ed through, the word

mega scent calms his wolf. You're nothing but a l

anished, burned away by a white-hot rage. The pain didn

s a pathetic Ome

show them how w

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