The rain began at midnight, slicking the stone walkways of the pack compound in dark, reflective sheets.

Despite the two pack guards stationed at the front gate of Luna House, leaving was trivial. I had drawn the architectural blueprints for the estate six years ago when

I pressed my spine flat against the stone alcove, holding my breath as the heavy mahogany door swung inward. The scent of rain, ozone, and cedar cologne flooded the room.

Gideon stepped inside, followed closely by Cassie. She wore her polished Lead Warrior leather

Gideon’s head snapped toward the bookcase. "Sera?"

Before he could cross the room, I stepped out from the deep shadow of the gallery panel, pulling the hidden door shut behind me. I stood in the corridor light, my dark coat buttoned to my throat, my hands resting calm