I was six when they put me in a yellow raincoat closet and told me to be brave. Jonah said the road ends at Blackwood House, so nothing can find us. He lied. The second basement isn't a basement. It's the ribs of the first wolf. My mother Luna has worn a white dress that doesn't melt for eighteen years chained there. My father Silas is a black Alpha frozen on stone, gold eyes open, waiting. And Kieran — my Beta with the scar — kept my baby tooth safe for eighteen years in his pocket. He carved me a one-eyed wolf that became a fang. Now I'm the first First Moon in a thousand years. And I have twin moons. Silas-James, black with gold eyes, who bites first and howls second. Luna-Eleni, white with silver-blue eyes who already thinks she's queen. The Department of Anomalous Biology wants us in Facility 4. The old Council in the mountains wants my pups for a new Council. I was forgotten for eighteen years. I remembered. And I will burn every cage before I let them take my pack.