The werewolves’ city was very different when the moon wasn’t full and there weren’t red rays everywhere. It was quieter, stiller almost peaceful.

The carriage carried Selene past gray brick buildings, lanterns lighting the path toward the same estate in the middle of the city where the alphas lived. There weren’t half as many wolves out tonight, and none of them were in beast form.

She peered out the window as rowdy noises and laughter filtered through the carriage. A pub pulsed with ...