“She told me there’ve been visitors in their territory lately," Mia continued. “Strangers. People who aren’t from around here. They keep coming back, asking about the Royal Pack’s history. Asking questions about what really happened the night the pack fell.”
“Why?” I asked. “What are they looking for? It's not like Amara's pack has anything to do with the fall. Why would they go there even if they wanted to investigate?”
Mia shook her head. "I really don't know. But if they keep going back, then wouldn't that mean they actually know what they’re doing?"
I thought about her words for a moment, then shrugged. "Maybe."
“They think the Luna survived that night,” Mia said. “Her body was never found. According to history, the fire consumed her completely, so they buried a casket in her memor
