Chapter 4

Malek’s deep voice echoed in the tense silence of the balcony.

Graydon’s face drained of color as he stared at the Alpha King.

"The Ashby line didn't just guard the Blood Moon, Graydon," Malek said, his smile sharp as a razor.

"They owned it."

Seren clutched Graydon’s arm, her fingers digging so hard into his expensive suit that the fabric groaned.

"That's impossible," Seren stammered, her voice losing its innocent sweetness.

"The Ashbys were just a fallen noble house that the Bracken pack absorbed."

I took a slow step forward, the starlight from my gown reflecting in the dark glass…