All Chapters of Married To My Enemy's Pack : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Cassius came in within an hour after he received news from Damian himself, studying the smudged parchment for a long time before saying anything."This changes what I planned to say tomorrow," he finally said, setting it down on the table carefully. "If word gets out that Silver Moon's registry still exists, and that it names someone tied to the last gathering they organized, every pack in this city will demand we produce it.""But we can't give them a name we don't even know," Xavier said."They won't care about that at all," Cassius said grimly. "They'll only care that we have it, and that we did not bring it forward the moment we received it.""So should we do what he asked?" Damian said, with distaste plain in his voice. "Like bringing it before the council.""We can only bring the fact of it," Cassius corrected. "Not the object itself. I want our people to examine the ink first, to see if anything else could be recovered before we hand it to a room full of representatives who mig

Days after the council meeting took place, the city's papers were still running stories about Priscilla's family, and it was Kayla who brought me the worst of it, sitting beside me in the garden with a folded print kept under her arm."Helena, you need to see this," she said, handing it over to me. "It's already all over the city."I took it from her, and my stomach tightened as I scanned the headline. Priscilla's family name sat in bold print, alongside words like disgrace, stripped and formal reprimand."They've lost their seat on the regional council," I said slowly. "And that's their whole political standing, gone.""Ruined," Kayla said quietly. "Kade told me their allies have already started pulling away from them, and nobody wants to be seen close to a name like that right now."I thought of everything I had been told about Priscilla after I woke up from the poison, the look on her face when pleading with Damian to forgive her, about her mother also coming to Damian's study, beg

I gripped Damian's hand tightly without meaning to, as the stirring in my chest started growing stronger with every second as the moon climbed higher, my whole body suddenly humming with something I had no name for."You're trembling," Damian said, quietly close to my ear. "If it is too much? We can go back in.""No, I don't want to go," I whispered. "I feel like something is happening to me which I do not understand."Then I looked around us and saw that pack members were beginning to shift, with their clothes discarding quickly and without ceremony, wolves of every color bounding toward the open stretch of rooftop set aside for running, laughter and howls mixing altogether in the warm night air.Kayla stood beside me, watching with open wonder, and Kade had already stripped down and shifted into a sandy colored wolf, nudging playfully at Xavier's leg before he could finish removing his jacket.I did not notice the light on my body at first. It was Damian's sharp intake of breath th

I opened the door to find Ryder already dressed, with tension written plainly all over his face, and I did not bother asking questions before following him downstairs through the quiet halls toward the east side of the estate."What happened?" I finally asked, once we were far enough away from Kayla's room, making sure that she could not overhear us."A guard found something during the early rotation," Ryder said. "Near the garden wall, and I want you to see it before word spreads out through the household."We arrived at the garden as the sun was still climbing, pale light stretching long shadows across the grass, and Ryder led me toward the far wall where two guards stood watch over something on the ground.Turned out to be the same symbol which I had come to dread, carved into the soft earth, deep enough that no wind or rain had disturbed it overnight, with a crescent moon wrapped in thorned vines, and this one is larger than any of the ones I had seen before, easily three feet acr

When I arrived, I met Cassius waiting in his private study, with the door already open, and no guards stationed outside the way there usually were. His composure was intact, as it always was, though something behind his eyes sat heavier than I had ever seen from him before."Close the door," he said quietly.And I did, with my heart pounding, unsure of what to expect after everything Ryder had refused to explain on the way here."Sit, please," he said.So I sat across from him, waiting, and for a long moment he said nothing at all, choosing his words with the same careful precision he usually brought to every council session."I am not going to tell you what you want to hear," he finally said. "And I want to be clear about that before I say anything else. I do not have proof of anything. But I have a suspicion, both old and unresolved, that I have carried far too long.""Then why did you call me here?" I asked."Because of what I saw in the garden this morning," he said. "The symbol,