A full moon hovered in the midnight sky above the stone moon pack, casting silvery light on the ancient stones and pathways, creating an oasis in the night. Donovan knew his hotel room wouldn't be safe. He knew he couldn't take Samantha home. Not with the tattered shreds of deception still clinging to him. He wasn't certain how to explain the lies.

He wasn't certain how to balance duty with emotion. He was only certain he had to try.

He drives through the entrance of the

packhouse, thinking of how stone defences still stood after four hundred years. Odd, he wondered if this was how Alpha Hugh felt the night...