The Moon Remembers
Three year after my death, my former mate returned—
not to mourn me,
but to make use of me one last time.
It was the Winter Solstice, the longest night of the year—the night when wolves whispered to the dead.
“Where’s Mira Thorne?” Rowan demanded as he strode downstairs into the tavern beneath the den. “Her lived here—Gavin’s sister. I need to find her.”
Dorian, the tavern keeper, glanced up slowly. “Mira?” he repeated, wiping his hands on a cloth. “She’s gone, Doctor. Died three winters ago. Same night the Moon rose red.”
Rowan’s brows knit. “Dead? That’s impossible. There’s no record.”
Dorian’s voice softened. “The family from that healing case—remember them? They found her in the all
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