The days after meeting Lucien and his vampire clan passed in a strange kind of calm.
For the first time in weeks, Crescent Vale wasn’t breathing down our necks.
Alpha Joseph had sent scouts to the borders to make sure of it. They came back every night with the same report — no movement, no attacks, no threats. Crescent Vale was quiet. Too quiet.
But I knew it wouldn’t last.
They were planning something.
And whatever it was, it had everything to do with me.
I spent my days studying the old contract we found in my mother’s ruins. The pages were so old that they crumbled at the edges every time I turned them. Her handwriting was there too — neat but fast, like she’d been racing against time.
The more I read, the more I felt the pieces falling into place.
It wasn’t just a contract.
It
