AUTHOR POINT OF VIEW

The night swallowed them as they left Moon Crest.

Lucien walked ahead, silent, his cloak pulled tight around his shoulders. He didn’t look back, not once. Every step away from the pack grounds felt like a blade dragged across his spine.

Moon Crest was his home. His burden. His failure, leaving made him feel strange.

Behind him, Vanya followed, her pace slower but steady. She hadn’t slept since deciding to come here. Now that Lucien had agreed to go with her, the ...