38. Leonetti Vault

Nero

I sit in my office, staring at the map of our territory laid out on the desk. My mind is racing, trying to piece together everything we’ve learned.

The Summer’s Edge Pack.

The thought that their Luna brainwashed our mother before she died makes my blood boil. She’s the reason our mother wasn’t the woman we remembered during Morana’s pregnancy. She’s the reason Morana was cursed with that Meraloth.

Orion walks in, his expression as dark as mine. He knows what I’m thinking, and he’s already on board. This can only end with death, and it sure as fuck won’t be ours.

“We need to take them down,” he says, his voice cold and resolute. “They’ve taken too much from us, Nero.”

I nod, clenching my fists. “I’m not letting this fucking slide. They’re responsible for everything—the memory loss, the curse on Morana, even the shit we’ve gone through with the pack. We need to end this.”

Orion steps closer, leaning over the map. “The Summer’s Edge pack is small, but they’re well-defended. The Lun