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“Like the King’s mark. He remembers you. He enjoyed watching you scream.” Heather went perfectly still. Her smile vanished. “I’m going to cut your face off,” she said pleasantly. It tilted its head, delighted. “He remembers her more,” it whispered, gaze sliding past Heather, past Collin, past Liam—toward the heart of Silverveil’s land, toward the house where Baylee sat wrapped around her newborn. “He remembers the little one. So small. So loud. So bright. The little moon-child with the star in her eye. He wants—”

I wasn’t exactly good at people but I was willing to take my chances. Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply. A warm sensation coursed through me and felt like I was spinning in the vortex. At first, I saw glimpses and bits of odds and ends just like the blurry images you see on antenna TV. Then, it cleared and I could perceive everything. *** “Aurora! Stop running. You have to drink your milk.” A young lady called out, exasperatedly chasing her daughter. The little girl giggled as she tried to get away from her mother. She kept turning back every few moments.

"They came to see if she was ready." Eve’s breath hitched. Ready for what? A sharp pain shot through her skull, and suddenly, visions flooded her mind. A throne made of moonstone. A kingdom in ruin. Her mother’s voice, whispering her name. Eve gripped her head, gasping. The war for the Werewolf Throne had begun. And she was the key.

* * * Eve’s POV * * * This is the first time in so many years that I’ve gone to bed with hope in my heart. My world has changed dramatically in such a short space of time and now we are blessed to be able to change the world of those here in the new New Moon pack. Here, with my mate, I will begin the Moon Goddess’s work. First, I must heal, train to become strong, rebuild this pack and make allies.

Bryce’s jaw flexes. I lift my chin. “I have called this hearing,” I say, “because a divine union has been broken.” The elders straighten. A few blink in confusion and look around as if they’re seeking answers from their fellows. Bryce’s eyes narrow dangerously. He has never harmed me, and I have never feared him, but never is a long time and there is always a first time for everything. My father inhales sharply, a barely perceptible sound. I continue, despite the tightness gathering in my chest. “I stand before you as Luna of Three Towers, a true born daughter of Greyheart blood, and invoke my right to declare this mate bond compromised.”

And somewhere—far beyond the forest, under a moon breaking through storm clouds heavy with secrets—something stirred in answer. A he-wolf awakening. The mate who had always been destined for her.

“What is it?” Arec asked. “What did you see?” “I saw… I saw… at least I think I saw…,” Eve stuttered before shaking her head. “I’m not sure what I saw.” “What did it look like?” he asked, leaning forward. She glanced toward the window again and said, “It looked like something was running on all fours.” Closing her eyes, Eve continued, “It looked big and hairy.” She opened her eyes and leaned toward him, adding in a low voice, “It reminded me of that werewolf I saw the other night.”

"Madness? What madness?" Wendy's smile vanished. Her face went pale. She twisted her hands. "The Hunt, Miss." My stomach, just filled with warm food, turned to a block of ice. I'd forgotten. In my haze of magical healing and bacon, I had forgotten. "The Hallowed Hunt," I said, the words flat. "It's tonight," Wendy whispered. "Tonight?" "At moonrise. The whole pack is in a frenzy. It's a celebration, Miss! A cleansing! The pack—they hated her. Luna Quinn. They're—they're happy. That the rot is being purged."

Aaron and Elm, who happened to sit at my left and right, keep brushing my back just to calm my nerves. When the dessert was being served, Zephyr clinked his glass to avert everyone's attention to us at the main table. The alphas turn and Zephyr cleared his throat and begins his small speech. “Everyone, we would like to say our greatest gratitude for your presence here in our small and humble home.” I kid you not. I almost laughed when he said humble and small, because there’s nothing humble and small about this hideout. “Our mate, as the one who carries the heart of the late powerful Luna, Hyacinth, needs to say something to all of you here.”

"And hey, who says your childhood dream is dead? I'm sure the Moon Goddess had her plan for you, a true mate, someone you deserve." I frowned, confused. "What do you mean?" "I mean, a guy just rescued you tonight," she said, her eyes dancing with a bit of the old mischief. "A guy named Damon who gave you this oversized hoodie and drove you here?" "Elise, please. My life is a wreck," I groaned, though a faint heat crept into my cheeks and I felt my body temperature climbing. "I'm just saying," she shrugged, pulling the covers back for us to climb in. "Sometimes you have to burn down the old house to see the view. Maybe your real dream is a lot closer than you think."