Luna’s Secret
The moonlight painted the packed house in silver, soft and beautiful—yet Mona knew beauty was always a mask. She moved through the corridors in silence, her golden hair gleaming like a crown, her lips curved in the smile that fooled everyone. Everyone but her mother.
Catherine had taught her that power was not only taken with claws and fangs but with secrets. And tonight, Mona held a secret sharp enough to slice through Derrick himself.
Kimberly’s father had betrayed them.
She had seen it with her own eyes—the trembling hands, the leather pouch passed into Louis’s grip. A letter to Kimberly.
She should tell Derrick. That was what any loyal Luna would do. Derrick would roar with fury, strike the traitor down, and tighten his grip on the pack. It would be the right thing.
