Sylvester POV

The tunnels beneath Moonveil ran deeper than any of my pack members knew existed.

I walked down the stone steps that had been carved before my great great grandfather was born, when the first Alphas understood that some business required absolute privacy.

The air got colder with each step, it was very thick with the smell of old magic and secrets that would terrify most wolves.

By the time I reached the bottom, they were all waiting for me.

A lot of ...