Sylvester POV The old woman sat in the chair across from me, her hands bound with silver chains. Not that she could escape anyway. The cell was warded with symbols older than any pack. Symbols I’d spent lifetimes learning. Myra. The Memory Keeper. The priestess who’d bound Selene’s powers all those years ago. And now, finally, she was mine. “You knew I would find you eventually,” I said, leaning back in my own chair. We were in the underground chamber beneath Moonveil pack house. The same place I’d kept the three Alphas that went missing. Myra lifted her head. Her eyes were cloudy with age but sharp with awareness. “Yes. I’ve been waiting for you, actually. Took you longer than I expected.” That surprised me. “You wanted me to find you?” “Want is a strong word. But I knew it was inevitable.” She shifted in her seat, the chains clinking softly. “The cycle always brings you back to this point. Always brings you back to her.” “Then you remember.” Relief flooded through
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