Liz POV There is a faint dripping noise in the darkness of the dungeons, and it is driving me insane. Besides the dripping noise, there is only the sound of Dainn breathing in the cell next to me. Every so often, he begins coughing and doesn’t stop for several minutes. The coughing fits almost always end up with him puking in the corner of his cell. I wish there was a way that I could comfort him, but he makes sure to stay on the other side of his cell, far away from me. I don’t know how long I have been down here, but Dainn hasn’t said anything to me since I first arrived. I am beginning to feel desperate for some sort of interaction. Pacing the cell’s floor, my feet are freezing on the cold cement. I am wearing nothing but one of Deimos’s old T-shirts. I wish I had put on more clothes when I went searching for Nico, but I didn’t know I would be locked in a cold cell. Finally, I step up to the bars that separate Dainn’s cell from mine. I wrap my hands around the b

Liz POV The chill of the dungeons disappears, and the warmth of the sun is on my face. I can feel soft grass under my skin. I stretch lazily under the sun and let my eyes flutter open. The light around me is blinding. I shield my eyes from the light with my hands and attempt to look around me. As the world comes into focus, I realize that I know this place. This is the field behind the Moonstone pack house. This is the place where my birth parents died. But there is no sign of death or destruction. It is quiet and serene. Patches of wildflowers are growing across the field. There is a warm breeze that blows through my hair. Pushing my hair out of my eyes, I look around. There must be a reason I was brought to this place. Could I be dead? Did the Moon Goddess bring me here because it is the place I used to visit the most in my life? I always came here so I could feel close to my birth parents. I would sit in the field for hours and ask my parents for guidance. They

Deimos POV I look over my speech one last time. This is the first time I have taken a meeting seriously enough to actually write down my thoughts beforehand. Admittedly, I have not been the best Alpha, and I probably should have worked harder at gaining the trust of the pack rather than bending to my father’s will. If Dainn was here, I am sure he would be disappointed in me. Hell, I am disappointed in myself. A knock on my office door causes me to stuff the speech in the pocket of my jacket. Ace knocks one more time before walking in. He looks around my office with his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his feet. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Ace scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “I don’t have a choice,” I sigh. “It is my only hope to stop Nico.” I stand up from behind my desk, and Ace looks me up and down. “Is that what you are wearing?” I look down at the three-piece suit I wear whenever I handle pack business. It never occurred to me to

Deimos POV I turn down the dirt road that leads to the rogue camp. It has been several years since I have traveled this road. I can only hope that Victor is still in charge. If he isn’t, it could cause major problems. The rogues don’t appreciate anyone coming into their encampment. The last time I was here, it was to break up a fight between my father and Victor. My father had tried to encroach on the rogue territory and take it over for himself. The rogues refused to back down without a fight. My father had Victor by the throat, and he wasn’t planning on letting go. Somehow, I managed to convince my father to let him live. Victor promised me a favor in return for my mercy. Now I am here to collect. The forest canopy blocks out the sun, and it feels like I am moving farther into the darkness. My window is rolled down, and I can hear wolves running through the trees beside me. They have yet to make a move to stop me from coming into their camp. It makes me wonder if t

Deimos POV I stop at the gate of the Dark Moon Pack. There is a caravan of beat-up old cars following me. I roll down the window and gesture to the guard. “Let them through,” I tell him. His mouth is hanging open like a dead fish. “All of them?” “Yes,” I sigh. Reluctantly the guard moves out of the way and lets me pass. I can feel the eyes of the pack members standing alongside the road as I lead the caravan through the pack. Pack members are huddled together in groups whispering loudly. I can feel their distrust following us. I should have known this was going to be a problem. First, I kick my father out of the pack, and then I bring in rogues. This is bound to end badly, but my father left me no choice. Bandit’s mate is sitting in my passenger seat. She hasn’t said a word to me since she acknowledged that I had to kill her mate. I glance at her out of the corner of my eyes. Her fingers are perched on the edge of the window as she lets the breeze blow throug