The second that name—Ethan—left her lips, Ace snapped awake so hard my vision blurred.
My wolf surged straight to the surface, hackles raised, fury threading through every nerve like barbed wire.
Who the hell was Ethan—
and why did my Little Luna look like she’d just said something fatal?
Her silver hair fell forward as if it could shield her from us. It didn’t.
Not from me. Not from any of us.
I moved first.
Slow. Measured. Controlled in only the ways I ever was when Ace wanted to tear something apart.
My voice came out steady—too steady.
The kind of steady that meant danger.
“Anything you’d like to share, sweetheart?”
She flinched, chin lifting anyway, arms crossing over her chest like that flimsy posture could keep four Alphas out of her head.
Reckless. Stubborn. Brave to a
