Blue Moon.

Vikron

He double-tapped the file with Sigewuf’s name.

This time it wasn’t a video.

A document appeared—scanned, old, the edges warped. A dark splotch bloomed in the corner like a bruise on the page, maybe water damage from wherever Father had hidden it… or a tear.

Vikron leaned in.

—

“I hope you do not remember the brutality of that night. I hope the flashes do not haunt you as they do me. Your father had gone power-hungry, and you, my boy, witnessed a cruel thing—your father’s death.

You may never know this, but Rufus Sigewuf, your father, attacked smaller northern packs and conquered them. A cruel thing. He also ambushed me and my Beta. I barely escaped. It is unfortunate you had to see his end.

Forgive me, if you ever remember.”

— Ultima Rawson

—

Vikron stared at the signature until the letters blurred. A groan escaped him, raw, wounded. He shut his eyes and threw his head back as if that alone could stop the storm building in his chest.

He could feel Father’s emotions;