The answers are hidden beneath the pack.
Sometimes the truth isn’t buried because it’s forgotten.
Sometimes…
It’s buried because someone wants it to stay that way.
I couldn’t sleep.
Ever since I had seen the painting of the woman who looked exactly like me, my thoughts refused to settle.
Then there was my mother’s letter.
“If the Lycan King ever finds you… don’t run.”
Kael clearly knew something.
But he wasn’t ready to tell me.
If he wouldn’t give me answers…
I’d find them myself.
The palace was unusually quiet after midnight.
Moonlight spilled through the long corridors as I slipped from my room, wrapping a dark cloak around my shoulders.
Captain Rowan had mentioned something earlier that afternoon.
“There used to be an old prison beneath the Silver Moon Pack,” he had said
