Moonlight Knows My Name
“Long before your time, they wanted control, certainty, and so they tried to sever the bloodline from the binding.”
My chest burned.
“They killed him,” I said, realization crashing into place. “Eve’s father.”
My mother nodded once.
“They called him a traitor,” she said hoarsely. “But what he really did was refuse, he wouldn’t let them strip the binding and weaponize it. So they executed him and told the pack it was justice.”
Rage roared through me. “And Eve?” I asked. “Why her?”
My mother’s shoulders slumped.
“Because the binding seeks balance,” she said. “When they severed one half, it searched for another anchor.
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