Semua Bab Moonlit Bonds: Bab 1 - Bab 6

The efficiency with which they moved spoke of years of training together. Within moments, we were filing into the hidden tunnel, the panel sliding shut behind us with a soft click.The passage was narrow but tall enough to stand comfortably. The walls were reinforced concrete, and the floor was smooth beneath our feet. Every twenty feet or so, recessed blue lights illuminated our way."How long has this been here?" I asked Uncle Mateo as we moved swiftly through the tunnel."Since before we opened Sneakz," he replied. "Logan insisted on it. Said you needed an escape route that bypassed public spaces."I processed this information silently. More planning, more secrets—all revolving around keeping me hidden and safe. A lifetime of looking over my shoulder, of never belonging anywhere."Did my father know?" I asked quietly. "That it would come to this?"Uncle Mateo's expression softened with grief. "Your father hoped for peace until his last breath. But he was also pragmatic. He made arr

I kept my expression neutral as I approached, stopping several yards away. "I keep my word unlike some asshole uncle’s who once pretended that he cared about me when the rest of the Graystone pack turned their back on me from the moment I was born.” I retorted.Dominick's smile tightened, the first crack in his composed facade. Around us, murmurs rippled through the gathered wolves."Such disrespect," he said, his voice carrying across the clearing. "Is this what the Steel pack has taught you? To dishonour your elders?""You forfeited respect when you murdered my parents," I replied evenly. "You forfeited honour when you stole what wasn't yours to take."My fingers brushed against the pendant at my throat. Dominick's eyes tracked the movement, hunger flashing across his face."The pendant should have been mine by right," he growled. "My brother was weak. The pack needed strength.""The pack needed a leader, not a tyrant." I stepped forward, my voice rising to address the gathered Gray

The main house was eerily quiet as we entered. Once, it had bustled with activity—pack members coming and going, my father holding court in the great hall, my mother's laughter echoing through the corridors. Now it felt hollow, a shell of its former glory. I moved through the rooms like a ghost, trailing my fingers over dusty surfaces, remembering. The library where my father had taught me pack history. The kitchen where my mother had shown me how to prepare Moon Wolf remedies disguised as ordinary recipes. "Your room is still there," Uncle Mateo said softly as we reached the main staircase. "Dominick ordered it sealed after... after that night." I hesitated at the foot of the stairs, uncertain if I wanted to revisit that particular memory. Maison's hand found mine, his touch grounding me in the present. "You don't have to," he said quietly. "Yes, I do." I squared my shoulders and began climbing the stairs, each step feeling heavier than the last. The second floor's east wing h