MasukKenna’s POVI read the note so many times the words stopped looking like words at all, just shapes bleeding into each other in the candlelight.When the moon bleeds, go home… before they find you first.Home. I turned the word over until it went strange in my head, the way any word does if you stare at it too long. Babcock was the only place I had ever slept, ever eaten, ever learned the sound of my own footsteps in a hallway. And it had never once, not for a single day, felt like anything I could call home.My mother died before I was old enough to remember her voice. My father looked through me like glass. Every room I had ever lived in belonged to someone else first, a nursery meant for a legitimate daughter, a servant’s cot beneath the laundry racks, now Luna's chambers still hung with another woman’s portrait. If there was a home waiting for me somewhere, it had never once been here.Which meant somewhere, buried under twenty-three years of silence, there had to be an answer to
Jace’s POVI didn’t sleep before summoning Callum. There didn’t seem to be much point pretending I would.He arrived at my study before the sun had fully cleared the horizon, still fastening his cloak, and I didn’t waste time easing him into it.“I want the investigation reopened, from the beginning.”He stopped mid-motion. “Alpha, the council closed that case three days ago. Rogue wolves, they said. Everyone’s satisfied.”“I’m not.”“With respect, most of the pack is finally sleeping through the night again. If word gets out we’re questioning her story…”“No one hears about this.” I met his eyes and held them until he understood I meant it. “Not the council, not even Jenna. Not a single soul outside the three warriors you choose to help you. I want every village she named revisited. I want the border patrols questioned again, properly this time, every report cross-checked against the exact dates she claims to have been moving through those territories.”Callum studied me for a long m
Kenna’s POVI locked my door twice before I trusted it to stay shut.The pendant sat cold in my palm when I finally took it out, smaller than I remembered from the temple steps, its silver worn smooth in places like it had passed through a hundred hands before mine. I turned it toward the candlelight, tilting it in every direction, willing it to explain itself.“What are you,” I whispered, as if it might actually answer.It didn’t. It was just metal, a crescent shape wrapped in a symbol I didn’t recognize, three lines cutting through its center. No warmth. No light. Nothing but the weight of a dying man’s last request pressed into my hand.Keep it hidden. It’s the only thing that can lead you to the truth.Maybe he’d been delirious. Maybe a man bleeding out on temple stone said whatever his mind reached for, and none of it meant anything at all. I wanted to believe that. It would have been so much easier than the alternative.I nearly missed the inscription along the edge, a line of
Jace’s POVI heard the screaming before I reached the gate, and I ran the rest of the way without waiting for an escort.By the time I broke through the treeline, whatever had happened was already over. Guards stood scattered across the temple grounds, torches shaking in their hands, none of them looking at each other. The Moon Priest stood in front of Kenna like a wall, his arms spread, robes torn at the shoulder. And on the ground a few feet away, a hooded man lay in the grass, blood soaking through his cloak, breathing in short, wet gasps.“What happened,” I said, already crouching beside the dying man, already assessing what I could save and what I couldn’t. One look told me the answer. Nothing.“Black cloaks,” a guard stammered. “They came from the trees, my lord. We chased them off, but this one…”“Kenna.” I looked past him to where she stood, pale, clutching something small in her closed fist. “Are you hurt?”“No.” Her voice shook despite the word. “He gave me, he pushed me
Kenna’s POV“Why would he ask for her?” Elaine’s voice cut sharp through the sitting room, her eyes darting toward me like I had arranged this myself. “Jenna is home. Jenna is the rightful bride. What business could he possibly have with the substitute?”“I don’t know,” I said honestly, because I didn’t.My father’s jaw tightened. “Send back my message to him, I’ll speak to the man myself and find out what nonsense.”“He won’t speak to anyone but her.” The servant was still balanced by the door, squeezing his hands. “He was very clear, my lord. He said he would wait at the gates all night if he had to.”Roland exhaled through his nose, the particular sound he made when something inconvenienced him without actually mattering to him. “Fine, Go. Whatever he wants, settle it quickly and don’t embarrass this family with whatever superstitious nonsense he’s carrying on about.”“Perhaps he only wants to release her formally,” Jenna offered gently, touching my sleeve as I stood. “Now that e
Kenna’s POVI knew before I opened my eyes that something had shifted overnight, the way you know a storm has passed just from the particular quality of silence after it.The maid who brought my washing water didn’t call me “my Luna” this morning. She didn’t call me anything at all. She set the basin down, dropped a curtsy so shallow it barely counted, and left before I could thank her.I told myself it meant nothing. I told myself a lot of things before breakfast.By the time I reached the dining hall, the difference had a shape I couldn’t pretend away. Two nobles stopped talking the second I crossed the threshold, the way people go quiet around something they’d rather not acknowledge exists. A footman who used to hold my chair simply wasn’t standing near it anymore. I pulled it out myself and told myself that didn’t matter either.“There she is.” Elaine didn’t look at me. She was busy directing a servant toward Jenna’s end of the table. “Not that one, the honey cakes, she loved th







