The Silver Moon border looked different in daylight.
Last time I'd crossed it, I'd been running for my life. Bleeding. Terrified. Clutching Erica and praying we'd survive.
This time, I walked in deliberately. Head high. Armed.
Ready to steal an ancient artifact from under my ex-husband's nose.
How times change, my wolf observed.
You're telling me.
“Movement ahead,” Marcus whispered. He'd taken point, his enhanced senses scanning for patrols. “Two guards. North path.”
Kael held up a hand, signaling us to stop. We crouched in the underbrush, waiting.
Sure enough, two Silver Moon warriors passed by twenty yards ahead. They walked casually, talking about some pack drama. Something about whose turn it was to cook dinner.
Normal conversation. Like their Luna wasn't planning to mind-cont
