The drive into Texas had been long, but Xochi hadn’t noticed the hours—only the changing terrain. Forests faded into desert with ancient trees. The farther they drove, the more the air changed. It wasn’t just the temperature—it was the scent: dry earth, and something older than memory. Something powerful.
She felt it in her blood, in the low hum beneath her ribs. Her bones recognized this place, even if her mind hadn’t caught up yet.
When they turned through the massive wrought-iron gates of the Moon Pack estate, Xochi’s breath caught. The compound rose like a dream ahead of her—expansive and regal, with wide stone paths, flowering trees, and perfectly placed fountains that glittered in the sun. The main house was more of a palace, glowing gold in the evening light, with towering archway
