The last few months had been nothing short of chaos. I was on edge, constantly. Every day felt like another layer of tension, another piece of the puzzle missing. I had sent my parents to Tampa, hoping that if I freed them of the stress here, they’d be able to keep calm while we figured out what happened to my twins—and to Mirabella. Every attempt to find them had been a dead end, and each day that passed, I felt the distance growing wider.
In their absence, Enola had taken over as Luna. She’d been handling the pack and helping as a nurse, a familiar face keeping things steady while I worked through this…whatever this mess was. The rogue activity near our borders was another headache. Rogues knew our pack was nearly invincible—this was the main pack house, not some small, weak outpost. Bu
