Marc's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. "A regrettable necessity after their betrayal."
"Is that what they're calling it these days?" Luna Mara's voice cut through the tension, cool and precise as a blade. She entered from a side door, her silver-streaked hair catching the light. "Fascinating how history rewrites itself."
Marc bowed, a gesture somehow both respectful and mocking. "Luna Mara. Always a pleasure."
"I wish I could say the same," she replied with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Tea, Alpha Stone? Or perhaps something stronger after your journey?"
She gestured to where I stood with the serving tray. My heart hammered against my ribs as Marc's ice-blue gaze settled on me.
"Tea would be welcome," he said, studying me with mild curiosity.
I approached with measured ste
