“Afterward,” Gareth continues, completely oblivious to the fact that he’s ensuring his own slow, painful torture with every word, “I made sure everyone in the pack understood that Elena’s death was a lesson. That her daughter would live only as long as she remembered her place. As long as she served the pack without complaint and never, ever tried to leave.”
My voice, when I finally find it, doesn’t sound like my own. It’s colder, deadlier, the voice of a man who’s looking at a corpse that doesn’t know it’s dead yet.
“What is Eclipse Born?”
Gareth’s monologue stops abruptly. He frowns as if I’ve just asked him to pull from the deepest recesses of his mind.
“Eclipse Born?” He sits back, nodding. “Now, that’s a term I haven’t heard in...oh, decades.”
Then he chuckles to himself, a sound
