“It was the night of the Silver Moon,” Jax whispered, his voice cracking.
“The one time of year when our senses are at their peak, but our guard is at its lowest because we’re... celebrating. We were deep in the heart of the Glades, in the Old Sanctuary. We had scouts on every trail.”
I watched his hands tremble.
“Cane was at the altar with Nara. They were renewing the Bond. I was on the perimeter with Vane. Everything was silent...too silent. Nara had asked to go to the stream to gather white lilies for the ceremony. Alone.”
Jax swallowed hard, a stray tear carving a path through the dust on his cheek.
“A minute later, everything went dark. The Iron Claw didn't come in with trucks; they dropped from the sky. They knew exactly where the Alpha’s quarters were. They had a digital map t
