Kane stood at the edge of the Silver Moon territory, watching the taillights of Victor's car disappear into the forest darkness. Marcus had left twenty minutes earlier, his government SUV racing back toward whatever command center would receive his report. The vampire had lingered, speaking in low tones with Luna about logistics and timelines for her impossible plan.
Revolution. The word echoed in Kane's mind like a war drum.
He'd spent twenty years preparing to be Luna's protector, her anchor to pack tradition, her guide back to the heritage she'd lost. He'd imagined their reunion countless times—the moment when she would remember their childhood bond, when she would choose him over the human world, when they would stand together as Alpha pair and restore the Silver Moon Pack to its for
