Markus P.O.V.
I sighed. “Celeste is a complicated conversation,” I said.
“You don’t say?” he laughed, passing me a scotch. I took a long drink and looked down at her sleeping face, cleaning the tears from her cheeks with my hand as I pondered where to start.
“You remember me mentioning that Celeste is the last remaining Ranked member of the Sky Moon Pack. An Alpha female.”
“Yes, and if you don’t mind my bluntness, that’s quite the mate.”
I laughed. “That’s not even the half of it.” I looked him in the eye, “What I’m about to say is something only a handful of people know. It needs to stay that way or Celeste could be placed in danger. I am trusting you because you have been my friend for as long as I’ve been alive.”
“Understood,” he answered.
“Celeste is part of an ancient Alp
