Ethereal light from moon, shone through the enormous window, flooding the large room of the ancient stronghold of North Palace.
It crept into every corner and glistened off the polished stone floor, chasing away shadows and leaving the room bathed in a silver-gold glow.
Rein, leader of the hardscrabble remnants of the human rebel, stood lost in thought, gazing out at the autumn night without really seeing it.
Though exhaustion weighted him down, and he ached from the wound he'd taken in the chest the previous morning from General Louis' fangs, he couldn't rest or even close his eyes.
Each time he'd tried, concern for his people, and especially for his mate, ate at him until he thought he'd lose his mind.
So here he'd stood for long hours, sometimes pacing, sometimes staring out a
