Hollow Moon

A figure stepped inside.

Not Lila.

But someone worse.

Beta Cavan.

Cold-eyed. Loyal. Brutal.

His gaze landed on her like a dagger.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, voice flat, almost bored.

Maren dropped into a bow. “Forgive me, sir. I—I was sent to collect the elder’s seal for archiving. I didn’...