Elvira 

I didn’t plan to be there.

It started with a whisper in the library, a passing reference to a confidential report about Blood Moon movements in the west sector. Callan's name was now the head of discussions for patrollers. My heart stuttered. 

My instincts dragged me to the quiet corner of Pack Tower’s lower west wing, an annex that doubled as a liaison space for inter-pack relations and intelligence exchanges. It wasn’t a place I frequented. I saw the door crack before I heard the voices.

“—Still no confirmation if the Blood Moon son in-law is active, but surveillance confirms Deric Voss has met with Verya twice, once at...