Cara was up unusually early, before her personal maid Rani had even started her duties. Most of the packhouse was still fast asleep and she wished she was too.She made her way down to the ground floor and entered the kitchen. According to the research she’d done, it should be completely empty for at least the next hour. She wandered around using the flashlight on her phone, and made mental notes on the entry and exit points, the large walk-in storage room, where the food was prepared, and where it sat before it was taken to the table.The final door appeared to be a bathroom that connected with the dining room. She’d never paid attention to it before, but it looked like a quick way for the kitchen and wait staff to take a bathroom break without having to walk all the way down the hallway when they were working.

Dane opened the package he’d just taken from the letterbox and looked inquisitively at the small glass vial in his hands. He was sure it looked familiar but couldn’t place where he’d seen it. The sticky residue that remained indicated there had once been a label that had recently been removed.He wondered where the hell Cara had gotten it from, as he pulled out his phone and dialled.“Henrik, I’ve got a job for you.”He explained the tricky situation he was in and knew he could trust Henrik to help get him out of it. Ending the call, he made a beeline for the hidden safe in his study. He turned the dial and pulled the handle, reaching in to take out the cloaking potion he’d found with little Lyanna’s remains. He held

Dane stood on the front lawn of the packhouse, feeling much older than his twenty-four years. There was a buzz of excitement in the air that made his lip curl with distaste as the hive of activity around him reached fever pitch. He didn’t want to be here. “Last but not least, Delta Dane, Jack and Lucy, you’re in the final car,” announced Cara, reading from a clipboard. Dane groaned inwardly as a lanky teenager with an all too eager grin made his way over. Jack was one of his newest warriors, and like most of the people on their way to the Moonlight Ball, he had just turned eighteen this year.  “Delta, would you like me to drive?” asked Jack. “No,” replied Dane emp

Cara spent the following day in a whirlwind of activity before finally returning to prepare for the ball. The trip so far had been nothing short of exhausting really, but the thought of getting to wear the dress she’d been dreaming of gave her a much-needed boost of energy. She unzipped the dress bag and squealed once again with delight. Lucas secretly had the dress custom made for her, and it was nothing short of perfection in her eyes.  It had a fitted bodice with thin spaghetti straps and flared from the waist in a sea of navy blue satin and tulle. It was fit for a princess, and she certainly felt like one in it. “You look stunning,” complimented Lucas as they lined up to enter the ball. “Like a perfect Luna.” 

It took one and a half days to get to the Moonlight Ball, but Lucas and Dane were speeding their way through the night, determined to get home in half that time. They knew it would be quicker if they drove solo, so they put Jack in charge of bringing the rest of their group home in the morning.  Dane had pulled him aside to remind him to protect his Luna at all times, and it gave him a petty sense of satisfaction to wonder whether she’d still be a fan of his ‘harmless admiration’ when it was directed at her.  The engine in Lucas’ finely tuned Aston Martin sports car was getting a workout. They estimated they would arrive at the pack around lunchtime, but what they would arrive home to wasn’t clear just yet. Dane impatiently dialled Hen