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I would have been the most powerful. After all, there was no such thing as human hunters as threats. I just paid some willing humans to visit Overton.”

Frowning, I turn to Mia, realizing that she's using her power to keep Cyrus in a trance. A state that forces him to be truthful.

“Why?” she asks again as her fists curling on her sides.

“Because Mystic Moon was too powerful, and Father wanted that power for himself.”

“So he kidnapped the Alpha's daughter?”

Cyrus nods, face contorting with the way he struggles against Mia's power. But beside me, Mia fumes until she steps out of my arm and shifts into wolf form.

It happens in a matter of seconds – one moment she's beside me, the next she flashes into wolf form. Her wolf lunges forward and sharp canines puncture Cyrus's neck.

She spits to one side as if the taste of his blood is bitter. What she spits out hits the ground before he does, and Cyrus collapses in a lifeless pile.

Mia instantly shifts back to human form and turns to me. She uses the back of her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth.

“Let's go home,” she says as she offers me a feeble smile.

I rush forward just as she loses consciousness, capturing her into my arms.

Chapter 19

MIA

I stare at my reflection in disbelief, wiping a hand over my face.

Even with all my memories intact, I struggle to wrap my head around everything I've learned.

It's not because I haven't seen myself in action. Felt the power of telekinesis coursing through my bones as I fought my way through Blackclaw.

But rather, because it's been hidden from me all my life. I'd spent seventeen years in Overton with no memory of my life prior to getting there. And there isn't much I know about Mystic Moon, or my real parents.

When I leave the bathroom, I hear a knock on the bedroom door.

“Come in,” I call out, expecting Anastasia to bring breakfast.

She's been as great as she always has been. Tending to my every whim over the past week.

That's why I'm surprised when it's Theo who comes inside carrying the tray with breakfast.

“Good morning, my love,” he greets cheerfully, kicking the door gently behind him. He comes over to the bed, leans down and presses a kiss to my forehead.

“Good morning, Theo,” I greet back, relishing in the warmth of his lips and the comfort they provide. My heart feels embraced in his presence, and I bask in the blissfulness of being near him.

“I have something to tell you,” he says as he slides the breakfast tray on the nightstand and takes a seat on the edge of the bed. I shuffle into his side, laying my head on his shoulder.

“What is it?”

Theo reaches into his sweatpants pocket and produces a folded paper. “We found some information about the Mystic Moon Pack.”

“Really?” My eyes widen as I take the paper and unfold it.

“The village was a town called Prairie, a few hundred miles from here. And the entire pack had been wiped out.”

“How did you find all of this out?” I ask as I read the information on the page.

“My father…” Theo reveals. “When the village was torn, it was Nightwalker who went there and cleaned up the mess Blackclaw made.” He sighs heavily. “The wolves were given proper burials. No one survived.”

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