(Daciana POV)
The masked man’s words struck the moon cell like a blade thrown into still water, and every hidden truth began moving beneath us.
I stared at the golden eye behind his black feather mask, unable to breathe because the color belonged to Bardolph’s bloodline.
Bardolph stood outside the bars, frozen in a way I had never seen before, as if his own shadow had reached for his throat.
Ashina knelt inside the silver circle with real tears on her face, and those tears frightened me more than all her false ones.
She had called his father.
He had called me one of his children.
Every wolf in that corridor stood trapped between impossible truths, while the moonlight above us flickered like a dying witness.
“Take off your mask,” I said, forcing my voice to stay steady though my hea
