DANTE
"What do you mean the deal went to shit?" Hex asked, straightening in his seat. "You only needed to finalize it. How the hell did it go wrong?"
"Alpha Caleb happened," I said flatly.
Confusion flickered across Hex's face for a second, then his eyes widened in realization.
The deal had been simple: a trade. A few of my men in exchange for a relic that rightfully belonged to our pack—a weathered, ugly old necklace that was anything but ordinary.
The Moonstone.
That artifact wasn't just some family heirloom. It was sacred, tied to our pack's power and history. Its absence had been slowly weakening our bloodline and territory. With half available, the witches could trace the location of the other missing stones. The complete set was the key to restoring what had been fading.
