Page 84 of Full Moon
"Silver Falls was overrun by vampires," I say, meeting Bjorn's eyes and seeing the deep sadness lurking there—a shadow of mourning that seems to weigh him down like chains. "They controlled that territory for years before they were finally cleared out. If your people ended up there, then I am sorry—truly sorry—that they have passed on."
Feray tilts her head slightly, her ice-blue eyes tracing the lines of Bjorn's weathered face as if reading a story written in the map of his features. "You lost someone who went looking for us, didn't you?" she asks softly, her voice carrying the weight of shared grief.
"I did. My brother, Alaric." Bjorn's admission hangs heavy in the air, the words carrying the weight of years of wondering and never knowing.
Feray's expression shifts, resolve hardening her features into something fierce and determined. "Khal, can you please go grab the record book from Silver Falls and bring it here?" She leans forward, her hand reaching out to rest on her uncle's with a gentleness that belies the steel in her spine. "It's the pack's log book—a record of every wolf who lived and died under vampire rule. Perhaps you can locate the missing from this pack amongthe dead. It won't bring them back, but at least you'll know what happened to them."
Her eyes shift to Diaval, and a wicked glimmer sparks within their depths. "We should obtain the book from Blackmore as well. There may be wolves from other packs recorded there too. But that's a problem for another day."
With that, she returns to her meal, tearing into the venison with a nonchalance that belies the intensity of the moment—but I see the way her hand trembles slightly as she lifts her fork, and I know she's holding back a tide of emotion that threatens to overwhelm her.
Her determination to uncover the fate of these missing family members, to bring closure to people she's only just met, makes me swell with pride. Each step she takes toward unraveling the mystery of her family's past draws us closer to answers, and it makes me even more proud to call her my mate.
The flickering fire casts dancing shadows across her face, highlighting the strength and resolve etched into her features. Whatever conspiracies lurk in the shadows, whatever enemies are still plotting her death, I know that together—all five of us bound by love and loyalty and fate itself—we will find the truth.
And when we do, whoever hurt her family will learn exactly what it means to threaten a winter wolf's pack.
Khal retrieves the book from our belongings and passes it to Bjorn at the end of the meal. The older wolf's eyes scan the text quickly, his weathered fingers tracing names on yellowed pages, and I watch as recognition flickers across his face again and again—several dozen familiar names written in faded ink.
"Thank you," he says finally, his voice rough with emotion as he clutches the book to his chest like a lifeline. "Thank you for this. You have no idea what this means to us."
Feray simply nods, her expression soft with understanding. "Family is everything. No one should have to wonder what happened to the people they loved."
Bjorn thanks us profusely before turning in for the night, the heavy book tucked under his arm like a treasure more precious than gold. And as I watch him go, I realize that Feray isn't just claiming a throne or uniting packs—she's healing wounds that have festered for decades, bringing closure to grief that's had no resolution.
She's becoming exactly the queen her people need.
And the enemies watching from the shadows have no idea what's coming for them.
