"Because that greater vision involved murdering her pack," I said, anger burning hot in my chest. "Our pack. The Blackthorne pack, or as it was originally known, the Shadowmoon pack."
My brother's head snapped toward me at the mention of Shadowmoon. "What did you say?"
"Shadowmoon," I repeated. "Our great-grandfather changed the original name of our pack. Sound familiar? It should; they took half of each name to create your false identity. Shadowmoon plus Blackthorne equals Shadowthorne."
I could see the impact of my words as realisation dawned on my brother's face. Helena moved forward, her hand reaching for him, but he stepped back, away and I was faster I bragged her by the throat, “Not this time you old b***h, you will never harm my brother again. Now let’s free your wolf, shall we?
