In the dim quiet of their private chamber in Eclipse Moon’s citadel, Lilith paced like a caged wolf, the stone floor cold under her bare feet. The revelations from the war room still echoed—Olivia’s terror, the lie that birthed a war, Valthor’s love twisted into villainy. Jackson sat on the edge of the bed, watching her with those stormy grey eyes, the mate bond a warm thread between them. But tonight, it felt frayed.
“We can’t keep lying,” Lilith said, voice trembling. “After all the lives lost—these people mourning outside, thinking they’re fighting monsters. It’s time to tell the truth. Confess everything. Maybe then we can find common ground with the vampires. End this madness.”
Lilith thought about the day before, when after the battle, as she walked the perimeter, her hybrid form s
