Moonlight shone through the tall windows of Damian’s study, casting long shadows across the floor. His desk was a mess—papers everywhere, maps marked with red lines, and reports filled with every bit of gossip and news about the Crescent Moon pack.Damian leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. His mind was full of everything he had discovered.

Ella… she wasn’t the traitor. She was the victim.

It had taken weeks of digging—paying off spies, questioning prisoners, and putting ...