Sylvester POV

The old woman sat in the chair across from me, her hands bound with silver chains. Not that she could escape anyway. The cell was warded with symbols older than any pack. Symbols I’d spent lifetimes learning.

Myra. The Memory Keeper. The priestess who’d bound Selene’s powers all those years ago.

And now, finally, she was mine.

“You knew I would find you eventually,” I said, leaning back in my own chair. We were in the underground chamber beneath Moonveil pack house. ...