Zion and I stood before the lake, its deceptive blue surface shimmering like it had no idea of the danger it held. I knew better. Alpha Orion had drilled it into my head: no one, absolutely no one, touched that water except the golden wolf and their mate.

And lucky me—I was both.

In the middle of the lake, the Lunar Prism sparkled on a small island, so tantalizingly close. The relic was the final piece to our puzzle. Of course, to anyone else, the lake looked like ordinary ...