ERIC
The air in the Red Moon was heavier than before.
Not because of war, or blood, or fear.
But because of lies.
The meeting was over, so I went in search of Mira.
They hung in the halls like smoke that refused to clear. No matter how many times I opened the windows or tried to clear my thoughts, the stench of betrayal stayed. Mira thought she was the only one playing a game. She thought she had all of us wrapped around her little finger. But Mira never really looked at the people she used. Not properly. That was her mistake.
She never looked at me.
I stood outside the council room, arms crossed, listening to the sound of her voice as she paced inside. She was talking to one of the visiting Alphas, putting on her usual charm, pretending she was the future of Red Moon. And maybe she
