Whispers had always been vital to Blood Moon, but never in this way.

Doubt had permeated the air ever since Selene paraded the infant through the gates. It was evident in the halls, in the rogues' whispered conversations during meals, and in the groups that emerged following training since nobody wanted to be alone themselves.

Michael's son. They referred to him as such. The blood of the Alpha. the legitimate successor.

Some no longer even bothered to lower their voices.

I almost ...