“I want answers,” Brexon snapped, voice sharp as tempered silver. “What’s happening to my daughter?”
“It has begun,” Harlan exhaled heavily. “Just as I warned before. Her lunar core is destabilizing. If we don’t act soon—”
“Then do something,” Brexon snapped.
The healer hesitated. “She needs a blood-moon transfer. But her lunar signature is rare. Only one wolf in the pack matches her.”
My stomach twisted as Romano’s gaze shifted to Brexon.
“You, Alpha.”
Silence devoured the corridor.
Brexon’s expression didn’t change, but I felt the shift in his aura—the dangerous ripple that warned of an alpha pushed to the edge.
“Then take whatever you need,” I said quickly. “Just save her.”
Romano nodded, but before he could respond, the clinic doors swung open.
A she-wolf stepped inside. Tall. Elegant. Not a rogue—no rogue carried themselves with such poise. Her fur-lined cloak shimmered with enchantment, her heels clicking sharply on polished stone, but panic flickered across her face.
My breath caught.
Lyssa.
She was Brexon’s former mate. They had been bound for five cycles. She was meant to be his Luna, destined to lead the Silvermoon Howlers beside him. But she ran—vanished from the pack just before their bond fractured. Cycles later, I found Brexon, dragged him out of the agony of a broken mate-bond, and eventually became Luna of the Silvermoon Howlers.
I thought she came alone.
But she didn’t.
A boy clung to her hand. He looked Nyra’s age—pale, fragile, his energy flickering like a dying ember.
My heart sank.
Not now. Goddess, not now.
Romano stiffened. “This… complicates everything.”
“What is she doing here?” Brexon asked, gesturing at Lyssa. His voice was eerily calm.
Lyssa tightened her grip on the boy, hands shaking.
“Because… Orrin needs help. And Healer Harlan has been treating him.”
The air thickened, charged with tension and suppressed growls.
Harlan cleared his throat.
“Orrin shares the same lunar illness as Nyra. And Alpha… you’re the only viable match for him as well.”
The words hit like a blade to the gut.
“What?” Brexon’s voice dropped, low and lethal—his Alpha wolf clawing at the surface.
Harlan hesitated, then spoke the words that shattered the entire room.
“Orrin is your pup.”
Silence crashed over us—heavy, suffocating.
I stepped back, vision blurring. No. No, this couldn’t be happening.