Alpha Brian
The line went dead. I stared at the darkened screen longer than necessary, the finality of the moment settling in my bones. Then I drained the glass in one swallow, the burn sharp and grounding.
This was the point of no return. Duncan would come for her. The royals would howl for blood. And Seren—Princess, Luna, symbol of everything we intended to fracture—would wake in chains beneath my feet.
My next call was to Lenore.
She was my best option for intelligence within Crescent Moon. Her mother was useless, her father far too loyal to that sanctimonious Alpha. The phone rang. And rang. And rang. Voicemail.
I ended the call before the automated greeting could finish. Lenore would call back—unless she was dead or captured. Either way, she’d soon stop being my problem.
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