Harper's POV
I needed answers first. Real ones. And I knew where I could get them.
Aunt Sylvia. My mom's sister. My aunt who had cut ties with the pack after the "fire" that killed my mom. She lived on the outskirts, in a rundown cabin far from MoonShine territory. Father never talked about her, and the pack treated her like a ghost. If anyone knew the truth, it was her.
I shifted mid-run once I hit the woods, fur rippling over my skin as I tore through the trees. The wind whipped past, but it couldn't cool the fire building inside me.
Sacrificed. The word echoed in my head, fueling every stride I took.
By the time I reached Sylvia's cabin, I was human again, panting at her door. I banged on it hard, knuckles aching.
"Who's there?" Sylvia's soft voice called from inside.
"It's Har
