LOGINSilvercrest PackPresent DaySERENA.Serena couldn't stop looking at the photograph.The words written on its back had unsettled her more than the letter itself. She had spent years believing that the truth about her past had been hidden behind missing records, unanswered questions, and people who refused to speak.Now, someone was suggesting that even the name she had grown up knowing was a lie.She sat beside Damian in his study, the photograph resting on the desk between them."The name was false," she repeated quietly. "What does that even mean?""It could mean several things.""Such as?""Your mother may have used another identity. Someone may have deliberately altered her records. Or the person who sent this wants us to believe something that isn't true."Serena leaned back."You always have a way of making everything sound more complicated.""I'm trying to prevent us from accepting the first explanation we find.""I know."She picked up the photograph again.There was something
Silvercrest PackPresent DaySERENA. Serena woke to the unfamiliar sensation of having nowhere urgent to be. For several minutes, she remained beneath the covers, watching the morning light creep across the bedroom wall. Yesterday's conversation with Damian lingered in her mind. She had expected him to argue more about her decision to meet Damon, but instead, he had listened. He had allowed her to make her own choice. That meant more to her than she could easily explain. A soft knock interrupted her thoughts. "Are you awake?" Damian's voice came from the other side of the door. Serena smiled. "That depends. Are you bringing breakfast?" "That was my intention." "Then I'm definitely awake." The door opened, and Damian entered carrying a tray. His expression was serious, but there was something amused in his eyes. "I see food is the quickest way to gain your attention." "You're learning." He placed the tray on the bedside table. "I have been learning quite a lot lately." S
Silvercrest PackThe PresentSERENA. Damian paced around the room, and Serena’s eyes followed him. She knew he wouldn’t be happy with her decision about meeting Damon. His expression had confirmed it before he had said a word. He finally paused and turned to look at her. “You’ve decided to meet him,” he said. “I’ve decided to hear what he has to say.” “That sounds like the same thing.” “It isn’t.” Serena folded her hands in her lap. “Meeting him doesn’t mean I forgive him, Damian. It doesn’t mean I’ll return to Crescent Moon, and it certainly doesn’t mean he gets to decide anything about my life.” Damian’s jaw tightened. “I know that.” “Do you?” His eyes narrowed slightly, but the question seemed to make him reconsider his answer. “I know you’re capable of making your own decisions,” he said. “I’m struggling with the fact that he has already hurt you, and now he wants a private conversation.” “He asked for one. I haven’t agreed to meet him alone.” “You’re considering it.”
Three months ago Crescent moon pack DAMON.Before dawn, Damon found himself standing in the small garden behind the old administrative building.Serena used to come there when the pack became too noisy. She would sit on the stone bench beneath the flowering tree, reviewing documents or speaking quietly with the gardeners.He had often found her there and asked why she was wasting time in a place where nothing important happened.She would smile and tell him that not everything important needed to happen in his office.He had never understood what she meant.Now he looked at the empty bench and wondered how many conversations he had dismissed simply because they did not serve his immediate concerns.The garden was still beautiful. The gardeners had maintained it carefully, and the flowers were beginning to open in the early morning light.Yet the place felt different.He had once believed that Serena's presence was a permanent part of Crescent Moon, something as dependable as the wal
Crescent Moon PackThree Months AgoDAMON.For years, Serena had made his work easier without making him feel indebted to her. She had corrected mistakes without embarrassing him. She had questioned decisions without trying to take authority from him.She had understood the pack because she had paid attention to the people who lived in it.He had mistaken that attention for ambition.He had mistaken her independence for defiance.He had mistaken her refusal to beg for indifference.And he had mistaken Vivian's willingness to agree with him for the loyalty of a true Luna.He pressed a hand over his eyes.There was no single moment he could point to and claim that everything had changed.It had been a series of choices.A question he had refused to ask.A report he had accepted without checking.A cruel remark he had allowed to stand.A woman he had failed to defend.A final opportunity to listen that he had thrown away.Each choice had seemed small enough to excuse.Together, they had
Crescent Moon PackThree Months AgoDAMON.He considered the accusations laid before him by Vivian for some time and beat himself up for choosing her over someone who had actually cared about him."Leave," he said.Vivian stared at him."What?""Leave this room.""Damon, you cannot be serious.""I am.""You cannot throw me aside because of a few words spoken in anger."He looked at her with a disappointment so deep it almost felt like grief."This is not about a few words. It is about what you did to Serena and what you attempted to do to this pack.""I did it because I wanted to stand beside you!""No," he said quietly. "You did it because you wanted the position she was meant to have, and you were willing to destroy her to get it."Vivian's mouth trembled."You said you wanted me.""I did.""You promised me a future.""I did.""Then how can you look at me as though I am a stranger?"Damon had no answer that could undo the past.He had wanted Vivian. He had believed her kindness was







